Billionaire Inheritance Arrangement

I don't believe in fairytales. I believe in contracts. Clean exits. Ironclad terms. So when my father lays down the ultimatum—get married, have a child, and prove I'm worthy of the Westwood empire—I do what I do best. I go get what I want. She's gorgeous. Curvy. Smart-mouthed. And absolutely...

I don't believe in happily ever after. I believe in strategy. Leverage. Control. So when my father lays down his favorite ultimatum—get married, have a child, and prove I'm worthy of the Westwood legacy—I already know how to win. I go back to the one girl I never got over. Red hair. Smart mouth. Big heart. And a body I've explored in my dreams for years. She shattered me years ago—and now runs herself ragged rescuing stray dogs instead of running in the billionaire circles she was born into. She needs funding for her foundations. I need a wife on paper. A deal between us makes perfect sense.

I don't believe in commitment. I believe in freedom. Fun. The next flight, the next party, the next gorgeous woman who doesn't ask for forever. So, when my father drops his favorite ultimatum—get married, have a child, and prove I'm worthy of the Westwood empire—I handle it my way. With an...

I don't believe in waiting my turn. I believe in taking what I want—and proving I deserve it. I'm the youngest son. The Westwood family's golden boy. Charming enough to get away with anything… except being taken seriously. When I meet her—the brilliant, beautiful daughter of my mother's...

I don't believe in fate. I believe in land. Legacy. And protecting what's mine. I'm a billionaire rancher with dirt on my boots, a sharp tongue, and no patience for men who think power gives them ownership. She's brilliant. Unyielding. All polished control—until you look close enough to see...

I don't believe in mercy. I believe in winning before the other side realizes the game has started. So when my father decides my future needs to be sealed with a marriage to secure the Westwood empire's next century, I don't hesitate. I accept the deal. She's kryptonite. Brilliant. Untouchable...

I don't believe in love stories. I believe in keeping my back to the wall and my emotions locked down tight. I built my name on discipline—on being the Westwood who never lets anyone close enough to matter. Which is precisely why I can't stand her. She walks into a room like she owns it and...