A Wife for the Billionaire

" Richard Wellington, I have had enough of your insolence! You must get a wife for yourself, or better still just get one of those your numerous chicks pregnant" Edward Wellington, the billionaire philanthropist, a great designer and fashion mogul still handsome in his early sixties with dark hair graying at the edges, dark keen eyes and a face that shines in every picture or ad he's featured in especially when stretched in a smile. The man I called my father, stormed.

Anger swelled in me, blinding and hot. Who was he to tell me what to do? I might be his son, but that doesn't give him the audacity to impose life changing decisions on me.

"My dear, your father is right, with your condition no one knows what can happen and when, so for the sake of the empire, just give us an heir" my mom, the famous model and actress still dazzling in her fifties with long dark lustrous hair, gray eyes, well accentuated nose, red lips, an ageless face like that of an angel and a body like that of a goddess, Claire Wellington added.

I really can't count how many times I've been forced to listen to this. I just wish they would care about me more than their empire.

The Wellington Empire was a fashion brand that had reigned for generations. It was a legacy with designs that can't be rivaled, and now it has fallen on me to uphold the legacy. But first of all, I must get married and sire an heir to maintain our position as the head family.

I was about to give them a response, when my mom continued looking away from me to her husband,

"But honey, surely you don't mean that he should impregnate any girl. Imagine the ruin that would do to our reputation and with the new collection a few months from launch, a scandal is the last thing we need. Besides, I'm already planning something "

"At this rate, I care less of our name and I don't give a fuck about the collection. I have the Elders breathing down my neck, ready to install another if your hothead of a son dies without an heir, so whatever you are planning, hasten up" My father finished, raking his hair as he rose and paced the room.

For my father to swear, they must really have him at the balls. "Should have known this was the handiwork of those gaffers" I thought to myself. The Elders were heads of the four founding families of the supposed Wellington Empire… or should I say, my Empire.

They were Lord Thomas Grey, Lord Henry Fisher, Lord Frederick Day and Lord William Manson, these men had been trying to usurp my family from overseeing the empire for years now. Even their ancestors had tried and I wager their future generations will still continue in such fruitless attempts.

The most thwarty of them all, was Lord Thomas Grey. Rumor has it that his great-great-great-great grandfather, Paul Grey had invested one third of the capital, Wellington Empire was founded with. My own great-great-great-great grandfather, Charles Wellington had been the brains behind the business and as such his name was chosen as the brand.

Paul Grey had fumed at that, blatantly insisting that as the most investor, his name should represent the brand. That notion of his had threatened to crumble the rising empire.

It had taken a vote from the other Lords before the matter was resolved and my name, 'Wellington' remained the brand name. But the Greys never forgot or forgave, each generation carried that grudge plotting and ploying to have the Wellington name removed as the brand name.

Over the years, they've managed to poison the hearts of the other families against us and with such a rally of support, they would have succeeded already except that my ancestor, Charles had been smart. He had added in the company's deed that the brand name can only be changed when his progeny fails to succeed the position of the head family in the case of not having an heir.

So I totally understand why my parents are worked up as they are, but I really wasn't dying anytime soon, no matter what the physicians say.

" Can you stop already, who says I'm dying soon, afterall didn't the doctor say that I still have at least ten more years" I quipped, eager to be anywhere other than seated in front of my parents in their sitting room.

" Listen to yourself. Claire, do you hear the nonsense coming out of your son's mouth? At his age, a score and quad, he still thinks he's young and foolish enough to tempt the hands of fate. What happens when the favor of his forebears runs out, or fate decides to run its course? Tell me boy, what happens then?!"

It's true I wasn't born to live long. I'm one of those persons whose fate has already been decided even before we came to be.

Born with Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM), the rare heart disease characterized by the thickening of the heart muscles leading to obstruction of blood flow and arrhythmias with symptoms like fatigue, chest pain and shortness of breath. I can't really say that I'm living, it feels more like a passage, as if I'm just strolling through life rather than actually living.

Four years ago, during my 20th birthday, I had an episode which had been really unexpected because I had received a transplant prior. The blasted thing recurred in the transplant since HCM was complex involving also the electrical system, the valves and the blood vessels.

Money saved the day, buying me another transplant in the space of five minutes. After recuperating, I was told with the current state of my condition, I had just a few years to live. Give or take, I had just 16 more years before I exited this plane like the visitor I was.

Hearing my father speak of my condition like it had something to do with fate or our ancestors, I almost laughed.

Clearly irritated by the smile I hadn't managed to hide, my father raged,

"For heaven's sake, Richard take this thing seriously. It's your life that we are discussing not some game or whatever you are smiling about" he raised his hands in frustration before adding "Claire just talk to your child"

The issue wasn't getting someone pregnant, it was a matter of who. Who will be worthy of carrying the next heir of the Wellington Empire?

Of all the girls I have dangled with, none of them was really worthy. They were too docile, always eager to please and their eyes, always on the money. If I was going to get married, it wouldn't be for love.

With a fragile heart like mine, heartbreak was the last thing I needed, so what better way to avoid it than never allowing myself to love. I had an MO, if I'm dating you and somewhere along the line, I start catching feelings, be weary for I will dump your ass.

Most men have male enemies, but I… I have a long queue of girls who will eagerly stab me for what I did to them.

I should care. I should feel remorseful, but I don't. These people will heal and continue their existence, whereas I might be in the grave before then. With death hovering over one's life, people tend to be more humane. They do good things, treat people better, change their old ways even, all in a bid to go to Nirvana or wherever the hell people go after death. But me, I'm the opposite of these people, I don't give a fuck about life or the people I meet, why would I when life resents me? Why waste my precious remaining years wallowing in so-called good deeds or kindness, when I can live out anyhow I want?

For a wife, I will need someone rebellious, someone who will be able to say no and mean it. Being the mother of the heir of the empire, she has to be very strong willed and unwavering, that's the only way she would survive, especially against the other families. And very important, she has to be someone who doesn't believe in love nor someone I will ever see myself falling for.

Certainly not in the mood for arguments or time burning, I tried to be the obedient child, "I've heard you, father. Now, can I start heading to the office, you know we have a meeting today with the board"

"Not to forget the stress you keep piling on yourself, I mean why fire the clerk for something as inconsequential as a typo. Now you have to interview applicants this morning as well. My son try to treat people better, your longevity may depend on it"

"Inconsequential, you say!" I barked, no longer able to keep my cool. "Need I remind you that that 'inconsequential' error almost cost us the Dame contract." Dusting myself even though my navy suit was spotless, I added as I rose from the extra plush sofa "You know what, I really can't deal with this"

Calling after me my mom began, "Dear, please calm down, remember your…"

"Oh I do remember, you don't have to throw it in my face every time" I snapped, cutting her off while dialing my driver to come pick my attaché case as I practically hauled myself at the door.