I had no idea who was in charge now.
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Miles, I don't want to get married, and I especially don't want to get married to some guy my father was married to."
How creepy was that?
"Just because you're married doesn't mean you have to build a life with this guy. The will states you have to marry him and take care of his needs for the rest of his life. That does not mean you have to have a relationship with him. You do have your father's place upstate after all. The guy is already living there. Why can't you marry him, set him up there, and just live here? I know you have a place here in New York that you can stay in."
I did, not that I used it that often. I probably saw the place like three four times a year. I hated staying in hotels and the investment had been good.
"If you don't marry him, everything gets sold and donated to charity. That would give you a lot less headache to deal with and you wouldn't have to marry this guy. You could stay in London. Although..." Miles frowned as he glanced at the will again.
"Although what?"
"If you don't marry him, he gets the place upstate and a stipend to take care of his needs for the rest of his life, so you wouldn't be leaving him in the lurch. He'd be taken care of, if that's what you're worried about."
"It's not."
I didn't know this guy. I hadn't even known about him until the will had been read. It had been a bit of a shock. He was probably some gold-digger that had gotten his claws into my father in his last years on earth and now hoped to cash in on his death.
If I married him, I could cut off any attempts by him to get my father's money, but I'd still be married to him. If I didn't marry him, he'd get the family estate and enough of my father's money to live on for the rest of his life, but I wouldn't be married to him.
I really wasn't sure which way to go.
