Honestly, I was a completely spoiled kid with rich parents. The only things I cared about were my inheritance, money, and my share of the business. So when my parents, tired of my bachelor lifestyle, made it a condition that I marry to inherit Dad’s business as he planned to retire, I was furious.

To spite them, I planned to find a farm girl and marry her — no love involved — just to annoy them.

I met Mary, and she seemed perfect for the role. My parents were shocked when they found out where she was from and demanded I change my mind, but I stood firm.

However, last week, we were all at a charity ball, including Mary. The mayor came over to greet us, and I expected him to ignore Mary completely, but instead, his face lit up, and he stepped forward, taking her hand with enthusiasm and bowing.

“Miss Hollander! It’s an honor, truly.”

I blinked. Hollander? I’d never even asked for her last name.

My mother’s face froze, her smile tight. “You two know each other?”

Mary smiled politely, that usual calm ease in her voice. “We’ve met a few times. My family supplies produce for several of the city’s fine-dining restaurants.”
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