Madilyn Lasher

"Why did you drag me out here," I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"I think I have a way where we can solve both of our problems," he began. "I'm proposing that you be my future bride, and in exchange, I will help fund your research department and your parent's shop however I can."
"Okay, but why me? I mean, you have a horde of women pursuing you. Why not just date one of them?" I asked
"Because they actually want to marry me. You are…decent enough to get the job done," he said with a snide smile on his face.
"We are going to have to work on your complementing skills, I see," I muttered.
"Look, are you in or not?" Grey demanded.
I sighed. There wasn't much of a downside to taking the deal. If anything went wrong, I could always pull out of it, right?
I nodded, "I'm in."

Fake Bride for the Last Bachelor was created by Madilyn Lasher, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Fake Bride for the Last Bachelor

Another week done; another week closer to the final. Texting with Grey had been my only relief from studying and helping run the shop. He had been surprisingly chatty this week.


'This tea shop is nice,' he sent me on Monday. He wasn't lying, the entire place was immaculate. From the photos he sent me, I was able to look up the shop. My eyes went wide when I saw their prices. Their waiting list alone was extensive.


'How did you get into that place?' I had asked.


'My father took a few of us for afternoon tea. He is on the permanent seat list," he responded.


On Tuesday he sent me pictures from his office. He was on the highest floor in their building and the view was amazing.


'Photos from prison,' he had sent. That made me snort in one of my lecture halls. Of course, it was dead silent when I laughed, and everyone stared at me.


Chapter 18: A Night of Surprises