My New Life as a Rancher with a Hot Billionaire Husband Chapter 12

My New Life as a Rancher with a Hot Billionaire Husband Chapter 12

“Mr. Harrington…”

I had just started to speak when the light in his eyes dimmed for a split second. It was gone just as quickly,

replaced by the sharp composure of a seasoned businessman. He cut me off without warning.

“So, Brittany. Let’s partner up.”

“… What?” I blinked, completely thrown off by the sudden shift.

“I own a large chain of high-end organic grocery stores,” Caleb said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses as he

slipped fully back into executive mode. “I’ve been struggling to secure a reliable source of premium organic

produce. Your ranch is exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

He leaned forward slightly, his tone crisp and decisive.

“I’ll provide the capital, logistics, and brand positioning. You handle the technical side and day-to-day

operations. We split the profits fifty-fifty. What do you think?”

The moment he said “profits,” every practical bone in my body lit up.

Love? Feelings? Please. Nothing beats cold, hard cash.

“Mr. Harrington, from this moment on, you are my lord and savior!” I grabbed his hand and shook it enthusiastically. “Deal! Let’s build an empire and make a fortune!”

Caleb looked at me, clearly amused by my shameless greed. He let out a quiet laugh and tightened his grip

on my hand.

“Deal,” he said softly. “My… partner.”

From that day forward, Cloudrift Wellness Ranch transformed at a dizzying pace.

With Harrington Group’s investment backing us, I immediately acquired several neighboring hills and farms. We paved scenic access roads, built sleek modern greenhouses, and installed cutting-edge irrigation

systems.

As for Killian, he tried to stir up trouble a few times by sending people after me. Caleb shut every single

attempt down so effortlessly it barely registered as a problem.

I also heard that Vivienne never married him. Instead, she took her agricultural research overseas to

continue her studies. Before leaving, she even sent me an email. Attached was her latest paper on

sustainable soil enhancement, using my ranch as a case study.

I printed it out, framed it in polished walnut, and hung it in the main hall. Anytime someone asked, I made

sure to casually mention our “academic endorsement.”

Over the next six months, Caleb and I became perfectly in sync.

He still struggled with insomnia, but somehow, my room became his only effective cure.

Six months later, the ranch saw its first major harvest.

The hills were covered in thriving organic fruit trees, heavy with ripe produce. Our specialty vegetables,

grown for top-tier restaurants, were flourishing beyond expectations.

That night, we hosted a grand Harvest Festival on the sprawling lawn.

Neighbors from town gathered around bonfires, dancing to country music. The air was filled with the scent

of barbecue and homemade fruit wine.

I had one too many glasses of our own vintage and ended up a little tipsy. Needing some air, I wandered up

to the second-floor terrace.

At some point, Caleb joined me.

He wasn’t wearing his usual suit tonight. Just a simple white shirt, collar slightly open, giving him a relaxed,

almost dangerously attractive look.

“Why are you hiding up here alone?” he asked, handing me a glass of iced water.

I took a sip and sighed.

“It just feels unreal,” I said.

Looking down at the lively crowd below, I continued, “A year ago, I was stuck in that suffocating mansion, constantly walking on eggshells, trying to read everyone’s moods. And now… somehow I’ve become the person leading this whole town to prosperity.”

Caleb stepped beside me, resting his hands on the railing as he turned his head to look at me.

“This isn’t a dream,” he said quietly. “It’s what you earned.”

His gaze was so gentle under the moonlight that I found myself unable to meet it for long.

“Brittany.”

“Yeah?”

He smiled faintly. “Now that the ranch is thriving… aren’t you forgetting something?”

I blinked in confusion. “Forgetting what? I already transferred your share last week.”

That earned a low laugh from him.

Before I could react, he turned and caged me between his arms and the railing.

The sudden closeness stole my breath. I could smell the faint mix of cedarwood and alcohol on him.

“You paid the profits,” he said, his voice rough with a hint of intoxication. “But what about me?”

My heart started racing instantly

1 invested money, time, and effort. I even worked as your unpaid labor for half a month So tell me. Miss

Rhodes how do you plan to thank me?”

“M-maybe I could give you an extra ten percent next time?” I stammered

Caleb held my gaze, then lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine

1 don’t need more money he murmured. “I need a wife.”

My mind went completely blank

“You you’ve had too much to drink,” I said, trying to push him away.

He caught my hand and pressed it against his chest.

His heartbeat was just as fast as mine.

“Brittany, I’m not drunk,” he said, his voice steady despite the softness in it. 1 sleep terribly. The slightest

noise keeps me awake.”

He paused, his eyes locking onto mine.

“But when you’re beside me, I sleep through anything. Thunder, storms… none of it matters. So how about

this. Take pity on a chronic insomniac and let me stay with you for the rest of my life.”

This man, a billionaire powerhouse, was looking at me like a lost dog begging for a home.

And somehow, it got to me.

Images from the past six months flashed through my mind.

Him helping me dig potatoes in the dirt. Him shielding me from greedy land brokers. Him backing every wild

idea I came up with without hesitation.

He had seen me at my worst. Messy, blunt, money-obsessed And still, he chose me

I took a deep breath, then suddenly smiled.

“Caleb, do you have any idea how expensive it is to keep me for life?”

I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer.

“I’ve got a terrible temper, I love money more than anything, and I snore”

His eyes lit up instantly.

“That’s fine,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into him. “I’ve got plenty of money, a

great temperament, and…”

He lowered his head, his cool lips brushing against mine.

I make an excellent human noise-canceling device.”

Fireworks burst across the night sky in the distance.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back under the glittering stars.

To hell with being anyone’s emotional substitute. To hell with all that toxic high-society drama.

I was the youngest ranch owner in Mistpeak. I had financial freedom. And along the way, I somehow ended up with a ridiculously handsome billionaire husband.

Now that was what I called winning.