Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

nted her wish to go to an all-night club with her friends. She sat up on her bed, searched for her phone, and dropped a message on the group chat created for just her and her friends, Julia an

bbed her phone and typed in Mr. Westwood's name in the browser. She wanted to read about him and see the son they wanted her to marry. Annie was shocked to see that the son, Frederick Westwood, was much older than her. Maybe she could have considered a young heir but not this man in his early 30s. She was still going through the news page when her mother knocked on the door and entered the room without her permission. Annie pulled the blanket over her head. She wasn't ready to talk to her parents, talk less of her mother. "Annie, this arranged marriage is for the good of all of us. You know your father has courted this job for a long time, and now that he has a chance, please do this for him." Her mother explained. "But mom, I don't want to be in an arranged marriage, I've not even explored my love life, and I'm getting thrown into marriage; how do I do it, mum? Plus, the man is much older than me. He's the same age as Julia's eldest brother. What will my friends say?." "Sugar, you forget you aren't getting married to him now. You'll have to be through with college first before the marriage proper." "But now, with this arrangement, I'm tied to him. I'm now restricted. I don't like this arrangement, mom." Annie let out. "Too bad, dear. Your father's decision is final. He has signed the contract. Be good." Annie watched her mum glide out of the room, and all she wanted to do was cry herself back to sleep. One minute, she's a cute girl turning 18 and so full of energy to explore everything, and the next minute, she is being married off to a billionaire's son. — Frederick sat at his office table and drummed on it with his fingers. He just got off the phone with his mother, and he couldn't understand why his parents wouldn't let him be. They were breathing down on his neck every day, monitoring him, trying to see the people he hangs out with, asking him daily to bring a lady home. Frederick was too engrossed in work to notice any woman. He moved from one business meeting to another. He barely had time to appreciate a well-dressed lady. The few times he had tried to give a lady his attention, they ended up a waste of time. They all came at him for his money, blonde, bimbo girls that looked like they came out straight from a Barbie movie. He had Eva, his friends-with-benefits partner, and he was okay. She was always around when he needed sex, and she was enough distraction for when he didn't want to work. She was pretty but vain and shallow, but he didn't need to commit to her, so he was okay. He didn't understand what his mother said over the phone about their parents finding a suitable wife for him. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He didn't need a wife, and if he did, he'd get one himself. His parents need to take a chill pill and let him work things out. They worried about the Westwood legacy and grandchildren. And they also never liked any of the girls he brought home. They always had reservations about them and made the ladies uncomfortable. Frederick couldn't wait to see the lady they had chosen for him, but first, he had to see his father. He left his office and took the elevator down to the last floor, and got into his car. Albert Westwood was in the middle of a meeting when his son arrived, he excused himself, and they both went down to the lobby. Both men didn't discuss much, except on business deals and property. Frederick broke the silence. "Mother called me today and spoke of a girl you both have chosen for me to marry." "Ah, yes, we've found a beautiful lady for you to marry. You know, we worry so much about the Westwood legacy, and we feel like you're not so bothered, and the least we can do is give you a push in the right direction." Mr. Albert answered. "But, dad, I'm old enough to make my choice, and at my own time too. Choosing a wife for me is way out of your responsibilities." "Well, son, just have a look at her, I'm offering a great deal of money for this to work, and I don't want any disappointments." "This is just another business deal to you, right? Whatever,