They say money rules the world. That men with money always win. They say money brings happiness, and money gets you what you want. Always. But what most people never say, is that when money may conquer the world and bring you what you want; there's only one thing that conquers the man, the reason one may want such things. Love comes and goes from different forms to the other. Greed, Lust, Pain, Revenge, or Betrayal. They're all forms of Love, for what is emotion without Love? When Love hits you hard, what emotions do you let yourself be conquered to? When your whole being is consumed with the helpless consequences of Love and Money, do you avenge it? Or fight it?