Chapter 1The Fifty Million Dollar Heir

The old man made it clear: if I could get pregnant, there would be a fifty-million-dollar bonus waiting in my trust fund.

On my wedding night, I stared at the man on the bed. He was completely ignoring my sheer lingerie, devoting all his attention to a Captain Galaxy action figure.

I was furious.

I snatched the toy out of his hand and shoved it down the neckline of my dress.

I smirked at him, wiggling a finger.

"You want it? Come and find it."

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Sterling Vance’s brain might be broken, but his body was certainly top-tier.

He had broad shoulders like a linebacker and a tapered waist. His muscles were defined, sharp, and eye-catching.

He looked like he could do some serious damage in the bedroom.

Unfortunately, that prime physique was currently being piloted by a damaged processor. All he cared about was his action figure.

I tugged at my dark crimson lace nightgown. The neckline was dangerously low, my skin glowing under the warm light.

And yet, he didn't even glance at me.

I’m Blair Montgomery. I turn heads wherever I go. When have I ever been ignored like this?

I grabbed the toy and stuffed it against my chest. The hard plastic dug into my skin, but I didn't care.

"You want it?"

I crooked my finger, smiling wickedly.

"Come get it yourself."

Sterling finally looked up.

His lashes were thick and dark, his eyes innocent like a golden retriever’s.

His gaze dropped, locking onto my neckline.

God, he was hot.

"Can't find it," he mumbled.

I leaned forward intentionally, letting the fabric gape open.

"Look closer."

His Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze drilled downward.

My breath hitched, my chest rising and falling. "See it yet?"

"Red."

His cold face spat out the word.

It was unexpectedly sexy. My knees almost gave out, but I held my ground to tease him.

"Wrong. It's pink."

He frowned, looking deadly serious. "Captain Galaxy’s combat mode is red."

...

I wanted to beat him until he turned red.

But looking at his tempting physique, and thinking about the fifty million dollars...

I calmed down.

"Since you’ve seen it..." I lowered my voice, guiding his eyes with my fingertip. "Don't you want to take it out with your own hands?"

I stepped closer across the plush carpet. The hem of my nightgown swayed.

Sterling’s eyes were dark and heavy. I didn't know if it was because of me or that stupid toy.

But as he walked toward me, I actually felt jealous of an action figure.

He got closer.

Sterling leaned down, his pitch-black eyes staring straight at my chest. His warm breath hit my collarbone.

It tickled.

His fingers were long and clean, knuckles defined, hovering just an inch away.

He was about to touch me.

I held my breath, my heart hammering—

Then, this jerk suddenly turned around, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out another Captain Galaxy figure!

Are you kidding me?

Back when his brain worked, he ignored me to annoy me. Now that he’s regressed, he’s inventing new ways to torture me!

Fine, Sterling. Just you wait.

For fifty million, I have no morals.

Tonight, I’m getting what I want, even if I have to do all the work myself.