Zack Collins

What I am supposed to do:
Inherit my British father’s wealth of one hundred million pounds before it goes to his favorite charity; the Red Cross. The condition is that I marry and stay married for two years at least; half now and half at the end of the two-year mark.

What I actually did:
Decided to marry a woman who my mother would never expect.
Meaning: Agreed to be my fake wife.

Let me backtrack just a little…

I’m supposed to marry Alexa, but she’s just like my mother. The girl is attractive, but there’s something there that’s just not clicking.
Maybe because I’m an American and she’s British?

I’m not really in love with her and my American mother is just so fond of but why…
Because of my mother’s obsession with the Royal family. That’s only reason I can think of.

Now, I must come up with a plan to marry someone in the next four days or my inheritance will go down the drain…
This is a crazy situation, but there’s someone over there across the table from me who looks like the ideal candidate to be my fake bride…

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Four days left.
A fake marriage required.
Is even a fake marriage possible?
My God! Who knows, but I must do something quickly.

One Shot