Prologue

Drew had adjourned to the study, following a few paces behind his uncle. He softly closed the door behind him and sat down in the empty chair between his uncle and step-mother. He sat back in his chair, glancing around as uninterested as ever. All he wanted was to do was go home and sleep off his hangover.

The curtains behind his father's desk were opened in effort to let in the sunlight. A fail if you asked Drew since the sky had turned gray and rain started to pour down on everyone after his father was buried next to his mother. He took a look around the room and shook his head, angered by the two people sitting on either side of him.

To his left sat his uncle that he had only seen a handful of times in his life. A rift had come between the two brothers when Drew's mother and father married. The rift only deepened when Drew Sr. decided to move his business enterprises over to the States. The move soured his uncle against his father, making the visits few and far between.

While his father moved the business to Boston and went with it, Drew and his mother stayed Ayr. His father came home for visits while Drew was a child, but he hardly remembered them. It was only when he sixteen that his mother relented and let him visit his father in Boston did Drew really realize that he and his father would never have a close relationship.

To his right sat his step-mother, if he could call her that. A young woman that was thirteen years younger than Drew and forty-six years younger than his father. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was up to. At least that was Drew's thought process. He voiced his concerns to his father, but it only caused a fight between the two of them. They didn't speak to each other for six months. In that time, his father and step-mother moved back to Scotland and Drew split his time between Boston and Miami.

Now, here he was, in the home he had grown up in. The very home that his mother had raised him in, while his father was off in Boston, doing business and chasing countless skirts. The same home Drew Sr. brought his child bride to live in, to sleep in the same bed his first wife had slept in. He brought her to his childhood home, only to die in bed with his twenty year old wife on top of him.

Drew wanted out of his present company and fast. The sooner this was all finished, the sooner he could see his uncle off and get the creepy child bride shipped off to Los Angeles or wherever she came from. It didn't matter to him as long as she was out of Scotland, away from Miami, and out of his life for good.

Her uncontrollable sobbing broke Drew out of his thoughts. He glanced at her and shook his head, disgusted by what she had done. She didn't deserve to be here.

"It'll be all right." Drew's uncle reached over him to pat the child bride on the back of her hand.

It took all of Drew's energy to remain sitting and not yell at his familyfor being the parasites he thought they were. He rubbed his temples before looking over at his father's lawyer sitting behind the desk. His hands were folded and resting over his father's last will and testament.

"First, let me begin by offering my condolences you each of you. I'm sorry for your loss. Mr. McIntyre was a wonderful friend and client taken from us too soon."

Drew had to choke back his laughter. "Thank you."

"This is the final will and testament of Andrew McIntyre V. We've drafted many over the years and this is," he said, tapping the document, "is the final draft. Our final meeting took place last month."

Drew was growing impatient. It was bad enough that it took him ages to start the process, but now he was just prolonging it by adding in unnecessary minor details.

He started opening the documents and Drew could swear if he listened closely, he could hear his uncle and the child bride salivating at the prospects of their inheritance.

"To my wife, my son Drew, and my brother Michael, I like to thank you for taking the time to hear my final words." The lawyer began reading. "In my life, I strived to be the best person I could be and more often than not, I came up short. For that I am sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't a better brother. Drew, my son, I'm sorry I wasn't there more for you or your mother. I wish I could make up for the lost time. However, if you are hearing this right now, I am no longer able to attempt to make up for that time."

Drew looked up, suddenly aware that everyone was staring at him. He nodded his head in the lawyer's direction, silently urging him to continue the reading.

"To my brother, I leave you the last oil painting commissioned of our mother and father."

Michael looked up, his eyes narrowing. "That's it?"

"I'm afraid that is all."

"Well, it seems even from the grave he had the last laugh."

Drew's uncle was up in seconds and out the door in a huff. Drew smiled, for once praising his father for his decisions. One down, one to go.

"To my loving second wife, Marina, I leave you ten thousand dollars."

The clumped up ball of wet tissues fell from her hands and she rose to her feet and stomped a heel clad foot onto the floor. "What? I did everything for that man! I let him touch me where he wanted, when he wanted, and that's all I get? Ridiculous!"

"You're getting more than you should." Drew shrugged. "I say take what you were able to successfully receive and get out."

She glanced at him, narrowing her furious eyes and stomping her foot on the floor again. She let out a frustrated groan and stormed out of the room, cursing Drew and his father as she slammed the door shut behind her.

"She did have a flair for theatrics." Drew commented.

"Well, she is going to be the least of your concerns." The lawyer pulled out some more papers and laid them down neatly on the desk. He adjusted his glasses and then began reading again. "To my son Drew, I leave the entirety of my estate. This includes my home in Boston. Our home in Ayr. The entirety of my rare car collection. My three yachts. My entire fortune as well as the most important thing of all; McIntyre Enterprises."

Drew couldn't describe how happy he was. He got up to his feet and reached over the desk, extending his hand to his father's lawyer. "Thank you for you stopping by. I'll be sure to send-"

"Please, have a seat, Mr. McIntyre." He instructed. "There is more."

Drew didn't like the expression on his face. He sat back down, suddenly nervous. Whatever happiness he had felt seconds ago had dissolved completely.

"Drew, I'm sure you are thrilled about your inheritance. However, you will not get it all so easily. Over the years, your attitude towards myself and our business has been nothing but disrespectful. The image that you carry is not a positive one that reflects on the values of the McIntyre family and McIntyre Enterprises. Effective immediately, the partying and excessive drinking is to stop. I don't appreciate seeing your face in the newspapers announcing your arrest announced due to public intoxication. I don't appreciate hearing about your sexual escapades with women. You are a fully grown man living the life of a twenty year old."

Drew couldn't help but snort at the hypocrisy.

"In order to maintain your inheritance, you are to marry. I understand that relationships are not easy, especially if one is living with you. But I will not have you taking over my company living as an unmarried playboy with an embarrassing reputation trailing behind him. The marriage is to last two years, your thirty-fifth birthday to be exact. If the marriage lasts beyond the two years, then congratulations, you have officially grown up. If the marriage only lasts two years, then I know I made at least one attempt in your life to make sure you are happy."

Drew wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

A/N: Inspiration struck me to write this and I've been obsessed with writing this. I have the first five chapters written. If you guys like it, I'll keep it going! I hope you enjoyed!