You are the wealthiest person in the world and nobody knows exactly how much wealth you have or how you accumulated it. You love it when people shower you with the praises you think you deserve and you'll spend any amount of money to boost your status for your own selfish reasons.
You've gotten bored of all the fancy lifestyle and the fake people of your circle who, like you, only care about themselves. Thankfully with that much money the whole world can be your playground, and everyone has a price.
And so you did and you loved every second of it. The middle class people were so entertaining, you felt like an empress with a million jesters available anytime you wanted.
But then you met me, I rejected you and your money. This is outrageous, this is...love? You must have me, no matter what.