I never intended to fall in love.<\/p>\n
Love, commitment, all of it\u2014those were ideas I kept safely stored on a shelf, the kind of things that might come later, after I\u2019d lived a little more. Or maybe never. After all, when you\u2019re raised in a world where power comes before passion, and marriages are as much about image as emotion, it\u2019s easy to become cynical about romance.<\/p>\n
So no, love was never the plan.<\/p>\n
What was the plan? Spite.<\/p>\n
Rebellion, if you want to dress it up.I was born into the kind of wealth that smooths every edge of life. The kind of family that doesn\u2019t just own a country club membership\u2014but the land the country club is built on. Summer homes. Private tutors. Cars for every mood. That was my reality.<\/p>\n
2) They Wanted Me to Marry for Profit \u2014 So I Chose Love Instead<\/p>\n
And I was the heir.<\/p>\n
The only son of a self-made billionaire, groomed to take the reins of an empire.<\/p>\n
Except, I had one fatal flaw: I liked to live.<\/p>\n
Parties that started on a Thursday and ended two cities away. Weekends in Monaco because I felt like it. No apologies, no regrets. It made my parents insane. My father, a man who clawed his way out of poverty and built a legacy brick by brick, didn\u2019t understand my carefree attitude. My mother, raised to value appearances over emotions, didn\u2019t hide her disappointment either.<\/p>\n
Still, they tolerated me. They expected that, eventually, I\u2019d grow up. Become serious. Respectable.<\/p>\n
Then came the dinner that changed everything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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