The most fucked up thing about this is that the solution is well-defined. Some airline scion managed it very neatly. "I am a billionaire who wants lots of healthy, beautiful descendants" is very, very thoroughly solved.

• Find a cute co-ed from a humble background who hasn't been ran through yet and still has an intact soul.

• Arrange a meet cute, learn her dreams (drop her if her dreams are something like 'lawyer' or 'Sociology PhD', you want 'painter', 'musician', 'ballerina'), make them happen for her, sweep her off her feet.

• Get a beautiful house in the mountains, bring her there, give her some meidos to handle housework so she never feels too stressed, make sure she always has some cute new hobby so she never gets bored.

• Impregantantate her, repeat until you have twelve children.

Sure, you'll have to endure some fat childless middle-aged journos calling you names for marrying a woman with all of her eggs and a sub-20 BMI, but they'd have hated you anyways, and you can laugh at their misery with your cute wife and twelve well-adjusted kids by your side.