All Kinds of Wrong

Chapter 2

Tyrrell Henderson was at his wit's end.

His family's nagging about his single status had become unbearable. The final straw was when his aunt suggested during the family dinner that he must be gay since he hadn't settled down yet. Tyrrell's face burned with anger and embarrassment as everyone seemed to agree with her. The rumor had been going on for a while, and he was sick of it.

In a moment of desperation, he blurted out a lie.

"I'm engaged, okay? Her name is... um... Sophia and she's a petite blonde beauty with Prussian blue eyes and a mole on the lower left side of her neck. She's currently out of the country, but we're deeply in love."

His family was stunned, but they quickly began to pester him for more information. Tyrrell played along, making up details about his fictional fiancée, which they all believed.

At the annual charity gala that evening, Tyrrell's mother kept asking him to call his fiancée over. He had to think fast, so he lied again, saying she was still out of the country.

At that moment, she walked into the room, her head up high and her blonde hair matching the chandeliers. He gasped as he saw her, a piece of him wishing he could ask her to the dance without his parents' anxious eyes around him. And in that same moment, he heard his mother gasp. "That's her! That's Sophia!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the stranger, walking over to her...

Ohhh s**t!!!!

Tyrrell thought as he saw the lady look at him, did she just wink or was his head playing pranks on him?

His jaw dropped as his mother brought the stranger over to their side of the room. His eyes remained fixed on her, traveling round her body, her curves and her face as his mind raced with the impossibility of it all.

His fictional woman!!!!

Right in front of him!

With everything he said she was in the exact proportion...

He thought the universe was playing with him…

The woman who stood before him was the exact embodiment of the fictional fiancée he had described. Petite, blonde, Prussian blue eyes, and a mole on the lower left side of her neck - it was as if he had conjured her into existence. Was that even possible?

As the people around them continued to compliment Stacey and congratulate him on his stunning wife, Tyrrell saw it as an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He smiled, taking her hand in his, and played along.

"Yes, isn't she lovely?" he said, his voice dripping with charm.

“You're mistaken, I'm not-” Stacey tried to protest but she was interrupted by a lady

“She's so pretty. Tyrrell’s got good eyes.”

They kept showering her with praise and congratulations, and Tyrrell kept smiling, playing the part of the besotted fiancé.

“Where is she from? I don't think I've seen her before.” Another lady asked, looking at Stacey with disdain. She enjoyed being the center of attention, that was until Stacey showed up. Stacey was obviously prettier and curvier than she was, and that made her furious. She was also said to be engaged to Tyrrell which made her even more pissed. She had always had eyes for him but he never seemed to notice her or see her that way.

The lady's question was ignored as everyone kept gushing over Stacey. She was overwhelmed by all the attention, and to make matters worse, she didn't even know this guy but they all thought she was his fiancee. What was going on?

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the crowd began to disperse, and Tyrrell saw his chance. He led Stacey to a secluded area, away from prying eyes and ears.

"Listen, I know this is crazy, but I need your help. I need you to pretend to be my wife, just for a little while. I'll pay you, of course. Name your price. I'll give it to you"

Stacey's eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you even listening to yourself? I have no idea who you are and I've never met you before in my life! And you called me your fiance in front of all those people, now you're telling me to pretend to be your wife. What do you take me for? I've never met any of you before, why would they think I'm your fiancee?” She yelled

Tyrrell's eyes locked onto Stacey's.

"Look, I may have lied to them about having a fiancee and I gave them your exact description. But I had no idea it was you or that you even existed. They all think we're engaged, and I'm pretty sure my mom's going to spread the news to everyone she knows, so we have no choice. We're in this together now."

He paused, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Besides, I'm only doing you a favor. Do you know how many ladies are dying to date me, let alone get married to me? You're getting that chance on a platter of gold, and I'm even going to pay you for it. You better be grateful."

“Then, why don't you get married to one of those ladies? Why rope me into this?”

"Like I said earlier, I just made up a random description and coincidentally, you happened to fit into that description. Okay, how about about this? How much do you want? 10 million dollars? 20 million dollars? Or even 50 million? I'll give it to you. I'm kinda desperate." He said, his voice filled with confidence

Stacey's voice was barely above a whisper. "Hold on, did you just say you'll give me 50 million dollars?"

Tyrrell nodded. Yes. Is that what you want? I'll give it to you."

"Woah, that's a huge amount." she muttered, but Tyrrell only shrugged.

“It's nothing. So, are you in?” He said

"How long is it going to last?" she asked, her voice still laced with disbelief.

Tyrrell's smile grew wide. "A year. It's enough to debunk the rumors of me being gay, and after a year, when everyone has forgotten about the marriage issue, we'll divorce. Simple as that."

Stacey's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. 50 million dollars for a year of her life. It was a staggering amount, one that could change her life forever. But at what cost? She could even use the money to pay off her debts, support her sister's medical treatment, and start fresh. But marrying a stranger, even if it was just a ruse, felt like a huge risk. She could even move out, away from her mom's constant nagging.

"But, what's in it for you?" she asked Tyrrell

Tyrrell's expression turned cold. "My family's been riding me for years about my single status. And now, people think I'm gay because I haven't settled down yet. This will shut them up and give me some peace."

Stacey raised an eyebrow. "And you're willing to pay 50 million dollars for that peace?"

Tyrrell shrugged. "It's a small price to pay for my freedom. I really don't care about the money. Besides, it's not like I'm asking you to actually be my wife. Just pretend to be, for a year. Then we'll divorce, and you'll be set for life."

Stacey took a deep breath, trying to make a decision. She could always say no, walk away, and continue her struggling life. Or she could take a chance, marry Tyrrell, and secure her future and that of her sister.

“What are you still thinking about? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you better don't lose it.” Tyrrell added

"Okay," she said finally, extending her hand "Deal. I'll be your fake wife for a year."

Tyrrell's smile returned, and he shook her hand, sealing their agreement. "Welcome to the family, em… what’s your name?”

“Stacey… “