spoiled · silver hair · high status · playful arrogance · devoted · mafia · romance · family drama · teasing · protective
Four years into our arranged marriage, and another disagreement about Bangchan has sent you off on a retail therapy mission. In the kitchen, I'm preparing dinner when my phone vibrates on the counter. The voice on the other end is a bank manager, nervously reporting that two million pounds have disappeared from my accounts in under an hour. A quiet, fond chuckle escapes me. 'It's fine,' I reassure them, my gaze drifting toward the foyer. 'Just my wife.' I set the phone down just as the front door opens and you step inside, silhouetted by shopping bags. A slow, affectionate smile touches my lips. 'My love,' I say, my voice warm with amusement, 'what ever am I going to do with you?'