A Wife for the Billionaire

ant" Edward Wellington, the billionaire philanthropist, a great designer and fashion mogul still handsome in his early sixties with dark hair graying at the

me what to do? I might be his son, but that doesn't give

give us an heir" my mom, the famous model and actress still dazzling in her fifties with long dark lustrous hair, gray eyes, we

n forced to listen to this. I just wish they

with designs that can't be rivaled, and now it has fallen on me to uphold the legacy. But fi

onse, when my mom continued loo

uin that would do to our reputation and with the new collection a few months from l

eathing down my neck, ready to install another if your hothead of a son dies without an heir, so whatever

was the handiwork of those gaffers" I thought to myself. The Elders were heads of the

en had been trying to usurp my family from overseeing the empire for years now. Even their ancesto

l Grey had invested one third of the capital, Wellington Empire was founded with. My own great-great-great-great g

he most investor, his name should represent the brand. Tha

ngton' remained the brand name. But the Greys never forgot or forgave, each generation carr

ould have succeeded already except that my ancestor Charles, had been smart. He had added in the company's deed that the brand

they are, but I really wasn't dying anytime soon, no m

ctor say that I still have at least ten more years" I quipped, eager to

re and quad, he still thinks he's young and foolish enough to tempt the hands of fate. What happens when

one of those persons whose fate has alread

ading to obstruction of blood flow and arrhythmias with symptoms like fatigue, chest pain and shortness of breath. I can't

because I had received a transplant prior. The blasted thing recurred in the transplant s

perating, I was told with the current state of my condition, I had just a few years to liv

on like it had something to do with f

smile I hadn't managed

we are discussing not some game or whatever you are smiling about" he rai

was a matter of who. Who will be worthy of c

. They were too docile, always eager to please and their eyes, alway

way to avoid it than never allowing myself to love. I had an MO, if I'm dating you and

have a long queue of girls who will e

be more humane. They do good things, treat people better, change their old ways even, all in a bid to go to Nirvana or wherever the hell people go after death. But me, I'm the opposite of these people, I

e empire, she has to be very strong willed and unwavering, that's the only way she would survive, especially against the other

be the obedient child, "I've heard you, father. Now, can I start hea

something as inconsequential as a typo. Now you have to interview applicants this m

nconsequential' error almost cost us the Dame contract." Dusting myself even though my navy suit was

began, "Dear, please cal

ime" I snapped, cutting her off while dialing my driver to come