It might be true love for her, but the elephant in the room is that he's a Billionaire. Billionaire. Billionaire. Billionaire.
I wonder what life would be like if I had billions of dollars. If I got tired of living in Vancouver, I'd go to my home in the south of France, or on the Canary Islands, or my beach house in Macau. If my girlfriend has a headache, why I'll just cheer her right up by flying her to her favourite spa in Monaco for the weekend and surprise her with a Lamborghini when she gets there. If I got upset at her, I'll send her on a shopping trip to the Louis Vuitton factory in Italy while I fucked a couple of 19 year old models, so that when she came back I'd be happy as a clam and not a stress in the world.
I wouldn't have a worry in the world and I'd have all the time for her and give her the attention she needs. And she wouldn't have a worry in the world and she could buy anything she wants, anything. The worst part for her is she might have to wait for them to deliver whatever it is to her, like maybe a few weeks if it's a custom designer handbag by Donatella Versace herself. Oh the poor dear, here's a $20,000K Chanel while you're waiting. I know, it's stressful.
Anytime a female says that "maybe she's really in love (because he knows how to treat her)" when the guy is incredibly rich is really deluded about life.