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Mama even got teary eyes half-way through Liam's speech and Aden had to step up to comfort her. My heart ached at the scene. It was a fake marriage where everybody treated it as if it was real. Nobody had a single idea just how hard it was to be me. To stand there, faking happiness and faking my love for this man who was promising his life to me. We didn't even know each other. At least not well enough to be stand there at the alter— holding hands. "Bride, please repeat after me." I turned to the officiant and gave him a light nod in acknowledgment, "I, London Naomi Saint, take thee, Liam Alvaro Luciano, to be my wedded Husband"

"Of course I did! You're getting married. How could I miss it?" She let out a heavy sigh. "Too bad my foolish grandson doesn't deserve you." "Grandma..." I heard Easton's defeated voice behind me. Mary smacked him on the head hard. "I already know everything! You told her I was dying just to trick her into showing up for a fake wedding. "Well, congratulations. She's marrying someone else now! "I'd love to see the day you finally open your eyes and realize what you lost!" Easton looked up at me, his face full of sorrow. "So, it really is your wedding today?"

I had endured 98 tests he set for me—working menial jobs, donating blood, cutting off friends, getting injured, and even giving up my research grant. I eventually discovered he had been pretending to be poor all along, and every hardship I faced had been a deliberate setup. Meanwhile, he had been extremely generous with the campus belle, Yvonne, buying her cars and houses. My heart had turned to stone. I refused his 99th test, broke up with him, and moved abroad. The crowd didn't notice the shift in Nicholas' expression and continued to mock me. Suddenly, he spoke in a frigid tone. "That's enough. Throw her out. I don't want to see her face."

“Don’t believe her, Gray! She’s not me! She’s just my twin — Kimmy. She’s been pretending to be me all this time!” Kimmy looked at Kimberly in disbelief. “Kimberly, please don’t—” “Shut up, Kimmy!” Kimberly snapped, her voice rising. “You’ve already stolen enough of my life!!” Grayson took a step forward. “Wait, hold on,” he said, trying to stay calm though his eyes were sharp. “I don’t understand what you’re both saying. So, you mean…” — he looked at Kimberly — “you’re the real Kimberly?” Kimberly nodded firmly. “Yes. I’m the real Kimberly. I’m the one who was supposed to marry you. But she—” she pointed at Kimmy — “she took my place.”

“Let me get this straight, you want me to be your fake girlfriend and then become your fake bride to grant your terminal ill grandmother’s wish before she dies, a contract marriage with a million dollar settlement?” "You sound either too cool,I expect you to say yes without further explanation". The man’s voice stated, his voice as deep as the ocean and had this sensual triggering to it that sent something shivering down her thighs. Shelley licked her lower lip and replied. "Well, don't get too full of yourself,I can still say no if I want to. Being your fake bride is not a trophy”. A real one is but better fake or nothing but I must pretend not to be excited about this..”.

The apartment was full of books, art, music—signs of a complex personality at odds with Jane's description. "People can surprise you," she echoed his words from the night before. "Indeed they can." Something shifted in his expression—a crack in the cold facade. "For instance, I was surprised to discover my arranged bride had sent an imposter in her place. Almost as surprised as when I learned why." "Why what?" "Why Jane couldn't face me herself." His knuckles whitened around his wine glass. "Tell me, did she mention Marcus Kane when she convinced you to take her place?"

"What do you mean embarrassment? Isn't this more embarrassing now?" "Look!" He let go of my arm and gritted his teeth as his blue eyes stared at me intensely. "My real bride ran away. I don't know if it's true or if someone abducted her. I need to find her and before that, you…you have to act as my bride for now." "What?" I quickly shook my head. "No! No, I can't! I need to leave now and marry my supposed husband. You're not the only desperate one here, mister. I'm about to lose my mother's company. I can't let it happen."

“I need a girlfriend, or rather a bride.” Marley's eyes held confusion and then she put two and two together, and it dawned on her. She gasped. “I hope it isn't what I'm thinking.” When Anthonio didn't reply she scoffed. ”You want someone to act as your girlfriend.” “I want you to act as if. As my bride. Marry me, Miss Neils.” Marley snickered then burst into laughter. Anthonio waited for her laughter to die down before continuing. “It isn't a real marriage, it's fake and it isn't for free, Miss Neils. This is a contract, you act as a fake bride for six months and I pay off every debt you owe.”

I thought to flare up at first but the slight tug to give him a listening ear won afterwards. “I won't get a new wife, Ruben.” I blurted. “Not after what I did to the formal one.” “Very much fat from that.” He adjusted on his seat and leaned closer to the table. “I overheard something between the staff today and I thought it would be a good idea for you.” I stared at him because I was actually listening to him as he dropped the bombshell. “Turns out you can sort for a fake bride.” My brows furrowed. “A fake bride? What's that?”

"Alright then. I'll ask them to hasten up with the preparations. About five minutes later, my fake bride was brought out for me. She was dressed beautifully. It was only a small wedding, we were only going to sign an agreement in front of the elders. "Come on." I said coldly to her as I held her hand. "You should keep a smiling face. Act convincing.." I whispered to her as she held a long face. One could easily guess that she was forced to do whatever she was doing. "I don't want this. Please let me go.." I heard her plead with me. "You should have thought about that when you were out partying like a loose woman." I said harshly to her.