She Hired Me to Be Her Fake Husband for Money — But Her Grandmother Had a Plan Neither of Us Saw Coming

Claire was thirty-two, single, and had never taken the requirement seriously until she was suddenly facing the possibility of losing an enormous fortune.

“How large?” I asked.

She told me.

I managed to keep my expression neutral, though under the table I dug my thumbnail into my palm.

“I’ll pay you $1,000 a week,” she offered. “We stage a courtship, a continue reading …