Chapter 2The Fifty Million Dollar Heir

The Vance and Montgomery families go way back.

Sterling and I were basically childhood frenemies.

But this man always hated my lifestyle. I was the trust-fund party girl; he was the serious heir.

If I was dancing on tables, he was frowning in the corner. If I was laughing in a crowd, his face was black as thunder.

Pft. Who needs his approval? The line of guys wanting to date me stretches to Paris.

When the merger marriage was announced, I wasn't surprised. Energy giants merging. Standard operating procedure.

I didn't like anyone else anyway, so why not?

But I made sure to look miserable about it, just to annoy him.

I didn't expect him to go nuclear. At the engagement dinner, he stood up to his father.

"I won't agree to this marriage. Don't force it."

He said hurtful words, but his posture was so straight, so defiant... it was annoyingly sexy.

Fine. You’d rather tear the family apart than marry me?

Sterling had his own tech company, so he didn't need his daddy’s money. He had the capital to rebel.

If he hadn't crashed his McLaren and scrambled his brain, this wedding would have been delayed until I hit menopause.

The doctors said once the hematoma cleared, he’d be back to normal.

Mr. Vance was desperate. He pulled me aside and whispered, "Blair, while he's... confused... get pregnant. Fifty million, wired immediately."

With Sterling’s face? His body? Sleeping with him is a win. Getting paid for it is a jackpot.

Most importantly... imagine the look on his face when he wakes up and realizes I had my way with him.

Just thinking about it made me laugh out loud.