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runk. Lillian was the only one who seemed to have inherited some of the Bowmans' feisty spirit, but she was a woman. And then there was Daisy. Of all his children, she had always bee

iage would do us no good. Mr. Swift is not an aristocrat and does not have significant wealth..." "He is one of the Swifts of Boston," Bowman countered. "Hardly any family would turn their nose up at that. He has a good name and a good lineage. And most importantly, Swift is devoted to me. He is one of the most business-savvy people I have ever met. I want him as my son-in-law. I want him to inherit my company when the time comes." "You have three legitimate sons who will inherit it," Mercedes countered indignantly. "None of them give a damn about the company. They have no interest in it." Thinking of Matthew Swift, who had flourished under his tutelage for almost ten years, Bowman felt his pride blossom. The young man was more like him than his own sons. "None of them have Swift's ambition and coldness." I will make him the father of my heirs." "You're mad!" Mercedes exclaimed irritably. Daisy spoke in a calm tone, completely different from her father's. "I must stress that my cooperation is necessary, especially now that we're talking about heirs. And I assure you that no power on earth will force me to bear children by a man I don't like." "I thought you wanted to be useful to someone," Bowman roared. It had always been in his nature to fight rebellion with overwhelming force. "I thought you wanted a husband and a home instead of continuing to live like a parasite." Daisy flinched as if he'd slapped her. "I'm not a parasite." "No? Then explain to me how the world has benefited from your presence. What have you ever done for anyone?" Faced with the task of justifying her existence, Daisy glared at him coldly and remained silent. "That is my ultimatum," Bowman said. "Find me a suitable husband by the end of May or I will marry you to Swift." "I shouldn't tell you this," Daisy grumbled, pacing the Marsden drawing room later that evening. "In your condition, you shouldn't worry. But I'll burst if I keep it to myself, which would probably worry you infinitely more." Her older sister lifted her head from where it was resting on Lord Westcliff's shoulder. "Tell me," Lillian said, fighting back anot