（Raiden‘s POV)
What a ridiculous idea — treating marriage as transaction.
Who does she think she is?
I have never been plagued by such absurdities.
Love, devotion—these things should be earned, not bought. And yet, here I am, standing in the middle of a grand banquet, staring at the undeniable proof taht Siena sees me as nothing more than a means to an end.
Her words still echo in my mind, clar as if she’d spoken them to my face.
[One million dollars per day.]
...That’s thirty million ove the course of three months!
She has established a price on herself, as if love, as if our history, as if I could be bartered and sold.
I can only take comfort in the idea of being right all along.
The shock is passing, but it’s leaving behind something far worse—disgust. I see her for what
