Hitched

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.

But I've never backed down from a challenge and I'm not about to start now.

Mark my words-I'll have her begging for me, and it won't take ninety days.