Chapter 1

• The road looked heavily congested as an array of cars waited for the traffic light to turn green, with each driver eager to speed off. The engines of the vehicles hummed softly, ready to accelerate the moment the light changed.
• In the back seat of a luxurious white car, which radiated wealth and prestige, sat Dylan Ethan. He appeared incredibly impatient, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his lap, visibly frustrated with the traffic, yet he had no choice but to wait.
• Dylan Ethan, a handsome young man in his early thirties, is the only son of Ethan Wyatt, a successful and wealthy individual known for his generosity and love towards others. He passed away a year after appointing his son, Dylan, as the CEO of his company, Ethan and Son Company.
• Ethan and Son Company had become the most renowned and wealthiest company in the country. Wyatt Ethan had dedicated immense effort to ensure the company's success, and Dylan is determined to continue that legacy.
• Dylan is quite different from his father, he comes off as rude, unapproachable, and always wears a stern expression. He has no interest in women, and at the age of thirty-two, he has never had a romantic relationship, despite many ladies crushing on him and wishing to be with him because of his striking looks and wealth.
• Dylan checked his wristwatch again and let out an exasperated hiss. He had a meeting at his family home, where his mother and only sister lived along with some domestic staff. They were finally reading his father's will, even after all these years since his passing.
• He reluctantly settled back, waiting for the traffic light to change, with a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind
• “Was there really a need to read the will again?” He wondered. As the only son, he had been managing the company even before his father's passing, he felt the reading of the will to be an unnecessary thing to do.
• “Are you sure you’re even capable of this job, you brat?” Dylan snapped angrily at his driver, noticing that the traffic light had turned green while he remained stationary. The driver seemed distracted, but Dylan was unfazed.
• “If you're tired of your job, just let me know so I can find someone else,” he added, his frustration evident, clearly wanting to get to his family home as fast as possible to avoid his mother scolding him for coming late again.
• “I’m so sorry, sir,” the driver replied apologetically, his voice shaking.
• The vibration of his phone jolted him awake as he attempted to catch a brief nap, knowing they still had two hours before reaching the family house. He glanced at the caller ID and let out a hiss as he ended the call, but the caller rang again. Reluctantly, he answered, his voice dripping with annoyance.
• “Where are you, Dylan? You’re delaying us,” Dora, Dylan's only sister and the sole daughter of Wyatt Ethan, said on the line.
• “You should know there’d be traffic. I’m already on my way. Expect me in two hours,” Dylan replied, his tone harsh.
• “Two more hours, Dylan?” Dora exclaimed.
• “Dora, I was stuck in traffic. If you all can’t wait any longer, we could reschedule,” he said, devoid of humor.
• “Do you even hear yourself? After delaying us for hours, we should reschedule,” Dora responded, anger creeping into her voice.
• “Then give me two hours,” Dylan said again and hung up. He had always been like this, even with his family, coming off as rude and unkind.
• As they drove into the grand mansion, the Ethan residence stood out as the largest in the area. Security personnel were stationed at every corner of the compound, ensuring that no unauthorized person could enter. Dylan stepped out of the car, and two maids rushed over to greet him and take his briefcase.
• “Is mother inside?” Dylan asked one of the maids, who quickly bowed and replied, “Yes, sir,” her voice trembling with fear.
• Dylan walked confidently into the mansion, anxious that his mother might scold him for arriving late.
• “You're late again,” Mother said as Dylan entered the sitting room, her voice filled with anger. The lawyer, Mrs. Ethan, and Dora, along with a few other important people, were already seated, ready to hear the will.
• “I'm sorry, Mom, there was traffic,” Dylan replied, his voice low and barely above a whisper.
• “We all have work, you're not the only one who's busy,” Dora interjected with annoyance, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. Dylan shot her a stern look, choosing to remain silent to avoid another argument with his sister.
• “Now that he’s here, we can start,” the lawyer said, attempting to regain everyone’s attention as he adjusted his seat while Dylan settled in beside his mother.
• “We are gathered here to read the last will of Mr. Wyatt Ethan. I encourage everyone to listen closely and attentively, and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask,” the lawyer began as Dylan leaned forward, his heart racing with curiosity about the purpose of the will reading.
• “The will states - forty percent of my properties, including Ethan and Son Company, is to be bequeathed to my only son and heir, Dylan Ethan,” the lawyer read, scanning the room before continuing.
• “Thirty percent is allocated to my only daughter, Dora Ethan, twenty percent to my beloved wife, Mia Ethan, and the remaining ten percent is to be distributed among my extended family,” the lawyer stated as he looked around the room.
• “Is that all?” Dylan inquired impatiently.
• “No, Mr. Dylan, there is a condition attached to your inheritance,” the lawyer replied, resulting in a stunned silence as everyone exchanged glances, curious about what the condition might entail.
• “Mr. Dylan Ethan can only access his inheritance after the one-year anniversary of his marriage. He may continue to oversee the company until he finds a wife, but he has a two-month period from the reading of the will to secure a sp
• ouse,” the lawyer read, shock evident on everyone’s faces.