As Raymond and Valentina walked toward the paynt departnt, the air between them felt heavier. The quiet murmurs of the showroom faded into the background as anticipation built around them. The mont they stepped forward, a staff mber approached, holding a tablet.
"The price for the car has been finalized," she announced, her voice polite yet firm.
"It’s three million dollars."
Imdiately Silence followed.
Then Valentina’s breath hitched.
’Three million?’
Her body stiffened as she turned sharply toward Raymond.
"No," she blurted out, shaking her head. "That’s too much."
Her voice trembled slightly, disbelief clouding her expression.
She had expected sothing high-end, sothing luxurious—but not this. Not a car worth millions.
"This is too much," she repeated, her chest tightening. "I was thinking sothing around twenty or thirty thousand, not this."
She glanced at Raymond, as if waiting for him to laugh, to say this was all a joke. But he didn’t.
Instead, he watched her with that sa composed expression, unwavering.
At that mont she swallowed hard, her hands clenching into small fists.
"I won’t buy this," she said firmly, taking a step back. "I can’t."
At that mont Maria burst into laughter, the sound sharp and mocking as it echoed through the showroom. She folded her arms, her eyes gleaming with amusent.
"I knew it," she sneered. "I knew this was just a pathetic show! You two were just playing along, acting like you belonged here. But now that the price is out, look at you—ready to run like a scared rat."
At that mont she turned to Chloe with a smirk. "Didn’t I say it? They’re nothing but frauds, putting on a little act just to make themselves feel important. And now, what? She wants to back out? Oh no, darling, it doesn’t work like that."
Then Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair back. "Typical," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "Valentina really thought she could fool us. Walking around here like she’s one of us and ordering? Please."
Maria stepped forward, tilting her head as she sized up Valentina. "What do you think you are, huh?" she taunted. "All that attitude, all that confidence—gone in a second! You prance around like you belong, but the truth is, you don’t."
At that mont She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head.
"And to think I was starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, you had grown a backbone. But of course, here you are, proving exactly what you’ve always been—nothing. Absolutely nothing."
Valentina clenched her fists, her face burning, but before she could speak, Maria continued, her voice turning even sharper.
"Three million is expensive?" she scoffed. "For who? Maybe for soone like you. But for a woman of class? A woman who truly wants to look astonishing? This is cheap."
She leaned in, a smirk curling at her lips. "Oh, Valentina, you really should have known better before embarrassing yourself like this."
At that mont Raymond leaned in, his eyes filled with reassurance as he brushed a strand of Valentina’s hair behind her ear. His touch was light, yet firm, a silent promise that he understood every worry she had.
"Valentina," he murmured, his voice low and warm.
"You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m getting this car for you, not for anyone else. Not for my father. Not to prove anything to anyone. Just for you."
Valentina swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress. Deep down, she was struggling. The weight of expectation, of judgnt, pressed against her chest. She could already picture it—Raymond’s father hearing about this purchase and thinking she was just another woman who wanted to milk his son’s wealth.
She never wanted that,
She had fought too hard, too long, to be independent. To be seen as her own person, not so spoiled woman who threw money around just because she could.
"But..." she hesitated, looking up at Raymond, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What will they say? Your father, your family... what if they think I’m... extravagant? What if they think I’m just—"
Raymond silenced her with a soft smile. Without saying a word, he gently pulled her closer, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered for a mont, as if sealing an unspoken vow between them.
When he pulled away, he t her eyes, unwavering and full of certainty.
"I don’t care what anyone thinks," he said, his voice steady. "You deserve the best, Valentina. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give you."
Valentina’s heart pounded as she looked at Raymond, her eyes searching his face for any hint of jest. But there was none. His expression remained calm, his lips curved slightly in a smirk that sent a shiver down her spine.
"You worry too much," Raymond murmured, his voice steady, reassuring. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek lightly. "You think too much about what others will say. Let them think whatever they want. You are my wife, Valentina."
She swallowed, feeling the warmth of his touch spread through her. "But... the car, Raymond. It’s too much. Your family will—"
"My family?" He chuckled, his thumb brushing against her skin. "You think my family is the one funding this?"
Valentina frowned slightly, confused.
"I an... your father—"
Raymond smiled, his expression relaxed yet firm.
"You don’t need to worry about anything. I’m the one who picked this car for you. I’m the one paying for it. And I don’t want to hear you stress over it again."
Valentina, still caught between disbelief and hesitation, tried to argue.
"But if your father—"
"I told you," Raymond interrupted, his voice firr now.
"This isn’t about my father. This is about . You think I’d let anyone else make decisions about what I give my wife? Valentina, I picked this car because it suits you. Because I want you to have it, Because I know you would love it. And if my father has anything to say about it, I will personally make it clear that this was my decision alone."
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