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