Chapter 8

Anna Remington, daughter of his father’s old friend, Luke Remington, stood near the fireplace with her back to him, her hair flowing down her spine just as wild and glorious as it had been beside the lake the week before. Though this time there were less leaves in it.

Cedric waited, anticipation gathering tightly inside him. After Bonnie had informed him of the will bombshell, he’d spent an intense and very expensive couple of days with his legal team examining every inch of the document and its codicils, trying to find any loopholes. But there were none. His father had left nothing to chance.

The Haerton estate could only legally be owned by him if he married and had a son. Really, he should have expected more hoops to jump through, but he’d thought his father would have long since forgotten his existence, since Cedric had purposely forgotten his. A stupid thought, clearly. Or perhaps his father expected him to be grateful?

Regardless, he’d spent the past years o