Prologue

"Brandon Rhey, are you listening to me? "

I glanced as she started raising her voice. I straightened my back and leaned it against my chair and loosen my tie. She glared at me, and I don't care; she makes this scenario every day, and I act like a deaf person sometimes.

She had a stentorian voice, and that's a fact! It's pretty annoying.

" What is it again? "I asked while rubbing my eyes. She looked at me open-mouthed and unbelievably

"Don't play with me, Brandon!" She said, and stood up from sitting at the sofa "If you can't do it right away, I will dethrone you as our family heritor." She dropped a bombshell and made me nearly fall from my seat.

"Seriously?" I responded, and I still can't get over the words dethroned, as I knew I worked really hard for this company. She can't even do that!

"Don't make things harder, Brandon Rhey; you have 1 week to go and present us your girlfriend. And that's an order from your grandfather," she said with a wrathful look.

"Are you really that insane? Who the hell would agree to be in a relationship in just a week of courting? Don't expect me to do that." I oppose; she's crazy. And I don't think so; this is my grandfather's deadlocked decision.

"Then, okay. I'll choose," she said desperately.

What?

"Okay, just give me enough time to do that." I have no other choice but to obey what she wants, even though this is against my will. It's difficult to associate with someone in a relationship if I let her pick for me.

"Good." Her wrinkles in her forehead relaxed.

"One month, and no more buts," she said and walked away. "Make sure she's as wealthy as we are."

I'm watching as she steps outside and slams the door. I sighed and leaned my back again to my chair, contemplating what she would do if she found out Helsey wasn't as wealthy as we.

I can't betray Helsey for this stupid thing. I would rather lose my legacy in our family, and that wasn't a problem since I had my own businesses, houses, and cars.

I tilted my head as I heard the vibration coming from my phone.

I immediately opened it I think it was Helsey texting.

My smile jaded as I saw on the screen who'd texted me.

MOTHER...

"Don't think you can escape it. Your grandfather told me you should have your own family as soon as possible before he passed away, and I'm hoping you grant his plea as your repayment for him."

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed."

I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother!

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there.

"Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken.

I sat down and sighed.

This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.