Honestly, I was a completely spoiled kid with rich parents. The only things I cared about were my inheritance, money, and my share of the business. So when my parents, tired of my bachelor lifestyle, made it a condition that I marry to inherit Dad’s business as he planned to retire, I was furious.

To spite them, I planned to find a farm girl and marry her—no love involved—just to annoy them.

I met Mary, and she seemed perfect for the role. My parents were shocked when they found out where she was from and demanded I change my mind, but I stood firm.

However, last week, we were all at a charity ball, including Mary. The mayor came over to greet us, and I expected him to ignore Mary completely, but instead, his face lit up, and he stepped forward, taking her hand with enthusiasm and bowing.

“Mary! What an honor to see you again!” he said warmly.

I stood there, stunned. My parents exchanged confused glances. Mary, however, smiled elegantly and nodded.

“Mr. Mayor, always a pleasure,” she said, her voice carrying a surprising confidence I had never heard before.

I thought I had married some random farm girl, but clearly, I had missed something.

The mayor then turned to my father. “You’re a very lucky man, Richard. Having Mary as part of your family is a privilege. Her family has done wonders for the agricultural economy, and her father’s land is one of the largest privately owned estates in the state!”

I nearly choked on my champagne.

Mary? Rich? No way.

My mother, who had been looking at Mary with disdain all evening, suddenly sat up straighter. “Oh, really? How fascinating! We had no idea.”

Mary just smiled and took a sip of her wine.

That night, after we got home, I confronted her. “Why didn’t you tell me your family was wealthy?”

She shrugged, kicking off her heels. “You never asked. And I figured you weren’t marrying me for love, so what did it matter?”

I had no words. She had seen through my whole charade from the start and had played along, all while knowing she was never the underdog in this game.

Over the next few weeks, I saw more of her world. Her family’s estate was massive—easily rivaling, if not surpassing, my family’s wealth. Her parents were well-respected businesspeople, running a huge agricultural enterprise with international trade ties. And Mary? She wasn’t just some farmer’s daughter; she was a shrewd businesswoman who had been handling major deals since she was in her early twenties.

And then, the biggest twist: my father, impressed with her skills, started consulting her for business advice.

“She has a keen eye for numbers, better than you do,” my father told me one evening, half-joking but mostly serious.

I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or impressed.

One day, Mary casually dropped a file onto my desk. “Take a look at this.”

It was a business proposal—one that would merge some of our family business’s assets with her family’s agricultural network. The profit projections were staggering.

“Why are you giving this to me?” I asked cautiously.

“Because,” she said, leaning against the desk, “I may not have married you for love either, but I don’t see why we can’t actually make something of this partnership.”

That hit me. Hard.

Here I was, thinking I had made a fool of my parents, only to realize I was the one who had been outplayed from the start. Mary had seen my petty attempt to rebel and had used it to her advantage, ensuring her own business gains while also proving herself more competent than I had ever expected.

And somewhere along the way, I found myself genuinely respecting her. Even liking her.

Over time, our partnership became something more. We started working together, making strategic business moves that made both our families wealthier than ever. And, to my surprise, I found myself falling for her—not because of her wealth or power, but because of her intelligence, her confidence, and the way she had handled everything with such effortless grace.

One evening, as we sat on our balcony, watching the sunset, I turned to her. “You knew all along, didn’t you? That I’d eventually fall for you.”

She smirked, sipping her wine. “I had a feeling. But I also knew you had to learn some lessons first.”

And she was right. I had gone into this marriage with arrogance, but I had come out of it a better person. Not only did I respect Mary, but I also learned to value hard work, intelligence, and humility.

So, to anyone reading this: Never underestimate people based on where they come from. And never think you’re the smartest person in the room—because someone might just be ten steps ahead of you.

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