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

Helping us into a car, Grey told the driver to head back to the Beaverbrook hotel. Sharon shivered beside me as we watched the two circles of people recede from view. I heard Stacy start screaming something as the driver pulled away.


"Just a bit chilly," Sharon replied and I pulled her closer to me. Grey took his discarded jacket and handed it to me to put over the both of us.


"Are you okay?" I said in alarm as I saw Grey's swollen hand. Two of his knuckles were split and bleeding all over his shirt.


"I'm fine," Grey said shortly. I decided against pushing him on the matter. From what I observed, with Carl moaning on the ground and holding his nose, something bad had been said. I didn't have the emotional capacity to deal with any more drama tonight. Especially since the wedding was still a day away.


Chapter 47: The Final Straw