My Parents Demanded That I Get Married to Keep the Family Business, So I Chose a ‘Fresh-off-the-Farm’ Girl to Spite Them
My wealthy parents told me I had to marry to inherit the family business—so, out of spite, I picked a “country girl” named Mary to shock them. She was quiet, humble, and didn’t seem impressed by my money or attitude. Perfect, I thought. My parents hated her instantly, which made me love the game even more.
But at a charity ball, my plan exploded. The mayor greeted Mary like an old friend, praising her for funding a children’s hospital. My parents went pale. Then an old family friend called her “the Charity Princess,” revealing she came from one of the wealthiest, most philanthropic families in the state.
When I confronted her, she admitted the truth: she’d agreed to my fake marriage because she was also rebelling against her own parents’ expectations. We’d both used each other to escape control. But somewhere in the act, I realized I genuinely admired her strength and independence.
What began as revenge turned into respect—and then love. By the time we told our parents the truth, I no longer cared about inheritance. I just wanted Mary.
