His Fake Wife, Her Real Voice

is voice was smooth, like expensive whiskey,

' s alive, but in a coma. Persistent ve

pizza hanging in the air. On the screen, my character in

aning back in my wo

' t have the heir to the Clark oi

sed to marry Nicole, the "Tech Princess" of Anderson Innovations. It was a

I said, feeling a small,

ing with condescension. "For you. The families s

tretched over th

you to marry

et. The son of a cocktail waitress my father had a brief, regretta

hy

ou' re disposable. You marry her, the contract is ful

implied. Everyone except maybe Nicole, b

a payday?

unes, held in trust for you and Nicole. A

. $150,000 a month. To do nothing. To sit by a bed. It wasn't a golden

ying none of the sudden, greedy hope poun

ing out of