A Wife for the Billionaire

We sat in relatable silence until Lanke pulled into the grounds of the famed Ramsey Estate.

It was another tab on why Mrs Helen was considered a badass. She didn’t just divorce Daniel, got him to divide his properties, while also making him pay monthly allowances, she also got him to leave her, his family estate.

I respect Mrs Helen more than Claire. She’s the sort of woman I need for a wife, someone with the balls to keep the Lords in check in my demise, which really isn’t so far off anymore.

My parents may have suggested Olivia Fisher on a political basis, but I know it’s more than that. They need someone they can easily manipulate, a pawn they can move around the chess board. And Olivia Fisher is obviously the perfect

choice.

Nestled in the heart of Beaver Hills, the Ramsey Estate was a grandiose mansion spanning over 20,000 square feet, boasting of breathtaking views of the New City skyline.

Lanke drove through the winding driveway, lined with manicured hedges and ornate street lights, that led to a grand entrance with a fountain and a circular motor court.

The estate’s façade was a masterful blend of modern and classical architecture, with sleek lines, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a stunning stone exterior.

As Lanke came to a stop by the stairs, Aaron sighed heavily before alighting from the car.

"Dramatic" I noted, carefully lifting the package and stepping out of the car.

"Of course, you would say that. You are her favorite and there’s a chance she won’t be all up your business for being 20 minutes late"

Glancing at my watch, I exasperated,