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

"Enough!" I shouted after my mother pushed Stacy into my arms so the photographers could get more pictures. "I am done playing your games, mother." I turned around and started looking for Marceline. I felt panic spear through me as the crowd pushed in tighter and I couldn't see her.


"Marceline?" I called out, looking for the top of her curly head. I started pushing people out of the way to look for her. But she was gone. I reached for my phone, preparing to call her when I saw a text was waiting for me.


'I'm out,' was all she said. The panic from before spiked through me again as I realized she had left without telling me. What did she mean she was 'out'? One of the valet attendants brought my car around and I had to push several more people out of the way to get the keys.


"Get in, mother," I said, practically shoving her into my passenger seat.


Chapter 30: Harsh Motherly Words