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"But is that... sir, why on earth do you think you'll propose a wedding and I'll accept? I don't even know you! What part of I don't know who you are is the part you don't quite understand! Why on earth would I marry you?" "Because it's all a sham, it won't even be a real marriage". Those words caught the woman's attention, and she gave him a moment of full attention. "A farce? What are you talking about? Are you trying to involve me in a fraud?" "No, of course not. I just need you to be my fake wife". "Fake wife?" Amelia asked, with a touch of humor, but he seemed to be serious, the man who had chased her down the street, just to propose to her, seemed to be too serious, "What do you mean,

I am supposed to do the same but I find myself still sitting down with one important question in mind. "Where is your real bride?" I turn to him. Everything still seems puzzling to me. He is asking me to pretend to be his wife just to get a trust fund for revenge, then what about his real bride? Why isn't he using her? His mother must have known that he was married and they had been expecting to see her. Why can't he use her instead? Since they are in love, then she would understand and help out. He laughs for a short moment and shakes his head.

“Do you want them to keep dragging your name through the dirt? You’ve seen what they’re calling you. A user. A side piece. That’s their story. Unless we give them a better one.” “You mean your story.” “I mean ours,” I said, voice low. “Even if it’s fake.” She blinked, silenced for a second. I saw it…the crack in her armor. That stubborn flicker of hope fighting her pride. “Hold on one second. The marriage isn't real?” She asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “Actually, I made a mistake. It's just a fake engagement. I have no intentions of getting married yet.” She blinked again multiple times before looking around the room and back at me.

His face flushed with uncertainty. “You see, my dear, for more than four nights now, my family has been in search of the rightful bride for my lovely son. I don’t know how my eldest daughter found you, but I must commend you for looking presentable and beautiful for my son. If you agree this minute to become the wife to the only son of the richest man in Rio Hondo, I promise you your poverty is over. You will have anything that is under the sun. You can be rest assured that hence forth your generation shall know no poverty,” he said and burst into a radical laugh.

My parents found it difficult to understand why I still proceeded with marrying Sheila after what the Graysons' did. They were still angry with them and refused to acknowledge or accept Sheila. I couldn't blame them; my background check on Stevenson and Fiona Grayson revealed them as mere opportunists seeking a wealthy match for their daughter, Phoebe, under the disguise of marriage. Well, the jokes would be on them when I announce my marriage to Sheila to the public and the press realize the truth about my fake, supposed bankruptcy. Until then, I needed to sort some things out. ************************* "Mr. Walker, is it true you were never disinherited and are still a billionaire?"

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.

A very loud round of applause welcomed us as we entered a room. Camera flash but it hurts my eyes though. I never thought… I will be going to engage in this kind of program that Jeoff never told me. Official introducing his fake wife. Yeah Jeoff! FAKE WIFE! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

He shifted his gaze to the furious face of Judy and held her gaze, unblinking. “I may not know her but I know Antonio very well, you heard him yourself when he told us about his bride,so why are you doubtful about it? Antonio is someone who can’t even tell much about a person no matter how important they are, do you think she is a fake and he knows that much?” Angela swallowed nervously. “That can be made up ,so what's your point?” Judy replied. “I don’t think it’s made up at all, also if Antonio wanted to hire a fake bride, don’t you think he would go for a blonde?”

“Bridal what?” “Don’t act stupid!” Cynthia snapped. “I know you run a business where you marry men for money—fake marriages, arrangements, whatever you call them. You think no one will find out?” Fedora tilted her head slightly, as if amused by a child throwing a tantrum. “You sound ridiculous.” “I have proof,” Cynthia hissed.