The Beneficiary Name Was His Childhood Sweetheart

Summary

The only condition I set for marrying Harrison Locke, the heir to the Locke Group empire, was that he buy my mother a seven-figure life insurance policy.

Beyond that single term, he insisted on keeping our finances strictly split the bill —a bizarre, non-negotiable stipulation for a man with his staggering wealth.

We were an agreement, not a couple. We clicked, precisely because we never crossed the line into emotional entanglement.

That is, until my mother had a devastating car accident during a torrential storm, and I desperately needed the emergency funds.