My Plan succeeded, but

I'm a part of what is called the idle rich, born into money and with no need to work for a living. My parents (both deceased) had me late in their lives: my father, 46, and my mother, 40. My father lived to work, as did my mother; he neglected his health and had a stroke, my mother got cancer, and it took her. Both waited too long to get treatment; it cost them their lives. My mother died just before I graduated from college; my father died 3 years earlier. So, I was set for life without needing to actually work, and knowing how my parents' lives went, I decided not to repeat their mistake. I sold the family house plus all the property and invested the money in bonds and gold as a reserve. I had enough actual cash to do whatever I wanted, and I earned more in interest than I spent on myself. I'm not a lazy person; I do volunteer work, just don't work for pay. The work keeps me fairly fit. But after years of that, I started thinking of having a family of my own. But I wasn't thinking of marrying; I thought I would find a woman to have my child and pay her off afterwards. That was the first plan anyway; it changed over time. I saw a woman who took my interest, looked good, and was struggling to get by. Even working three jobs, she was still struggling. No relationships; too busy surviving to socialize. I offered her a better job, a much better job. The job was as my assistant, which I was upfront with from the start included sex. At first, she wasn't interested, but losing one of her jobs changed her mind. A quick makeover followed: new clothes to suit travelling the world. I was planning to breed her only after I was certain she was right to have my child. We travelled to many places, saw everything together, and fucked every place we went. I finally thought she was the perfect breeder for me; she was always sexually willing. In fact, she had decided I was her future and would do anything to please me. She had said many times, but I hadn't taken any real notice of her sincerity. She was five years younger than me; I decided to tell her I wanted her to have my child. She agreed straight away, no requests for marriage or a contract; she just said okay. I succeeded, and during her pregnancy, I became more aware of her total devotion to me. It was like she was in a cult, and I was her cult leader. I just had to tell her what I wanted, and she would do it, with no resistance. I also realize I wouldn't be able to part with her myself. So, with her about seven months pregnant, I married her.