I see her every day, searching for love from other men, when I’m right here in front of her. But I terrify her. I should. I’m her boss. I’m a powerful man and women throw themselves at me daily. But when I catch her crying in my home when I’m supposed to be away on business, I can’t take it any longer. I’m going to make her mine – make her my wife – but only if she drops the act and submits to me, wholly and completely. I’ll make her my wife, and she’ll thank me for it in the end. I know a keeper when I see one, and all the riches in the world could never replace her.