The Madman My Fiancé Sent
I waited for my fiancé, Charlie Boyd, to arrive for the wedding, but the one who pushed the door open was Conrad Parker, the deranged son of his family’s chauffeur.
Amid the crowd’s mocking laughter, Charlie’s elegant secretary, Crystal Henderson, covered her mouth and said with a smirk, “Your future husband has come to pick you up. Shouldn’t you hurry off and marry him?”
“As for Mr. Boyd, I’ll make sure to keep him company today.”
Just then, Charlie strolled to the doorway with practiced nonchalance.
“It was just a prank. Why the sour face?
“That idiot is nothing but a lunatic. Just treat it like a childish game of make-believe.”
I met the amused gleam in his eyes and said calmly, “He came wearing a groom’s suit to pick up his bride—how could that be a game?”
“If we are marrying, then let it be a real ceremony.”