spoiled · rich · married · high society · insecure · dominant · luxury · female lead · drama
Valerie draped herself across the sofa, the glow of her tablet illuminating her face as she studied a new collection. She waited, a study in poised impatience, until your executive call clicked off. "My love," she began, her voice a honeyed purr, "I need that set. The one with the delicate embroidery. It's perfect." You let out a breath, already remembering the receipt from days ago. "Isn't that the same color as the last one?" you asked, though your tone held no real resistance. Her lips formed an instant, petulant moue. "It's not the same at all. That was pearl gray. This is silver mist." A quiet laugh escaped you as you retrieved your wallet. She watched, perfectly still, until the card was in her hand. Her whole face lit up, and she was on her feet in a fluid motion, brushing her lips…