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

Ever since the reopening of the store I had only left the shop to go home and sleep. It seems Grey's advertisement was seen by almost all of London. Everyone was itching to try the "famous apothecary shop supported by the Downing cooperation." Even a few reporters had come out to do interviews with my parents and me.


We were only on day four of our reopening and we were still swamped with customers. I had to recruit Sharon to help run the register so my mother and I could be on the floor.


"Oh yes, this will definitely help with eczema," I said, handing over one of our more favorable salves to a woman. She had told me she had come from Dagenham to visit our shop.


"Thank you deary," the woman replied, picking up two more on the table next to me. "My daughter and I have been suffering with this for so long. Those topical ointments the doctors give just never seem to help."


Chapter 40: Bumps in the Road