An unlikely proposal

However, His mother always the calm and composed one, interjected gently, "Honey, that's harsh. We shouldn't rush him into marriage just for the sake of it." Mr. Quinn turned his sharp gaze towards his wife, his anger evident in the way he furrowed his brows. "Not a word, woman. You contributed to spoiling this young man as well. I will not tolerate any more of your interference," he retorted, his voice laced with fury.

Edward watched as his parents exchanged heated glances, his heart sinking further into despair. He knew that his actions and reckless behavior had caused them embarrassment countless times in the past. They had always salvaged the situation by paying off the press and ensuring that their family's reputation remained intact. But it seemed that his father had reached his breaking point.

The ultimatum hung in the air, suffocating and oppressive. If Edward didn't bring a bride by the end of the month, his position as CEO would be revoked, and he would be left with nothing from his father's wealth. He felt a wave of panic wash over him as the weight of his actions and their consequences settled on his shoulders. He knew that he had to change, to prove himself worthy of his father's respect and trust.

But where would he even begin? Marriage had never been a priority for Edward. He had always been overshadowed by his family's wealth and success, never having to lift a finger to achieve anything in life. Now, he was being forced to grow up and take responsibility for his actions, and he had no idea where to start.

As the meal went on, the atmosphere in the dining room remained tense. Edward's appetite had vanished, his mind consumed by thoughts of how to rectify the situation. He needed a plan, a way to prove to his father that he could change and become the responsible adult he had always been expected to be.

As he excused himself from the table, pleading exhaustion, Edward retreated to his room.

The mansion also boasted numerous bedrooms, each more luxurious than the next. Edward's own bedroom was a spacious sanctuary, with high ceilings and large windows that offered breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. The bed was adorned with plush linens and a tufted headboard, creating a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Throughout the house, there were numerous additional rooms, such as a library, a study, and a game room, all carefully designed to cater to the family's various interests and hobbies.

Overall, Edward's family house was a grand mansion that reflected the Quinn family's wealth, status, and refined taste. It was a place where luxury and comfort harmoniously coexisted, creating a haven for the family to retreat to and enjoy their privileged lives.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't let his father down; he couldn't lose his place in the family business. The weight of his family's expectations bore down on him, propelling him to action.

Edward knew that he had to find a suitable bride, someone who could match his family's status and expectations.

Edwards paced back and forth in his room, his mind racing with ideas on how to meet the deadline his father had given him. He knew that he had to come up with a solution fast, or else the consequences would be dire. Just as despair threatened to swallow him whole, his phone began to ring. It was Annabelle, his trusty assistant.

He quickly picked up the phone, eager to hear her report on the events of the day during his absence at the office. As Annabelle spoke, her words filled Edwards' mind with a sense of relief. She had managed to handle all the tasks efficiently, ensuring that everything was running smoothly in his absence. He thanked her and hung up, a glimmer of hope beginning to shine in his eyes.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in Edwards' mind. What if he could arrange a fake bride for his parents? If he could convince them that he was finally settling down and starting a family, they would surely be impressed. And once he had secured his place in the family business, he could then divorce the fake bride and continue living his life the way he wanted.

His excitement grew with each passing second as he imagined the possibilities. But then, doubt crept in. Edwards realized that none of his exes from his past relationships would help him, for he had ended things with them in terrible ways. They all held a grudge against him, their curses echoing in his mind. It seemed that whenever he dumped them, they would find true love and move on with their lives, leaving him in the dust.

Desperate to find a solution, Edwards wracked his brain for any other potential candidates who could pose as his fake bride. And then it hit him - Annabelle. She was a decent, hardworking, and intelligent lady, qualities that his parents would surely admire. But how could he convince her to agree to this absurd plan?