Marry the girl I've had a crush on my whole life? Check.
Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir... Wait, what?
I have ninety days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There's only one problem--she hates my guts.
And in the fine print of the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir.
She can't stand to be in the same room with me. Says she'll never be in my bed...Read More.
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