Hey guys. Here is a multi-chapter. I had a lot of fun writing and I really hope you all enjoy it! This is very different from what I am comfortable writing but that's what some of you wanted. Nevertheless I really love this one and I hope you do too.

Mistakes are mine and I don't own anything so don't sue.

Enjoy!

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Rachel looked at herself in the mirror in her wedding dress trying to comprehend the situation she was in. Never in a million years did she thought she was going to be that girl. A knock on the door snapped her out of thoughts.

"It's open," she said.

The door opened and Rachel saw her best friend walking in.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks San."

Santana sighed seeing Rachel sad and nervous biting her thumbnail.

"Rach are you having seconds thoughts? Cause you told me that if you did, to tell you that you are doing the right thing."

Rachel sighed. "It doesn't feel like it."

"It's only going to be for a year." Santana saw the tears in her best friends eyes and walked up to her and gave her a hug. "It's going to be okay."

Rachel nodded nervously trying not to shed the tears and looked at herself in mirror once again.

"If it makes you feel any better, you make a beautiful bride."

Rachel chuckled. "Thank you."

"Time to get you married."

Rachel nodded and they both left the room.

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Rachel walked down the aisle and being the actress that she was, she had the biggest smile and made sure people saw how happy and excited she was, when in reality she was the total opposite.

She listened to the priest speak and she glanced at her soon to be husband. He looked serious. She knew he didn't want to do this either but had no other choice and once they were married they had to act like they were so in love and as happy as two people in love can be.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Rachel and her husband kissed for a second, their lips barely touching. The guests applauded and cheered for the newlyweds. They walked down the aisle while everyone looked on with happiness and amazement.

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The reception was a big deal as well. There was music; tons of food and the guests were having a blast. The décor was amazing. That Rachel could admit. She was seating in the newlyweds' table while she saw all the guests interact. She looked at her husband talking to his father who was the reason for this whole charade besides her of course.

Once again Rachel sighed as she thought how things had turned out.

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Flashback

Rachel was 24 when she moved to California. She wanted to become an actress desperately after Broadway was a total failure. And of course it wasn't easy at all. She went to thousand and thousands of auditions but never got a call back. She was devastated.

She had been living there for two years barely making ends meat and not one single job as an actress. One day a man approached her as a casting director and told her she had what it took and was perfect for his movie. The only thing was that he asked her for 30,000 dollars and promised her that she was going to get paid triple that after the movie was finished. Well she was so excited that she didn't even think twice about it.

She went to the bank and asked for a loan promising to pay it with interest in 14 months. She was so excited. She gave the casting director the money and made plans to meet the next day for the table read. The next day, she went to the office where the casting director told her to meet him and she noticed it was empty. She walked in and saw nothing but dust and a lot of paper mess. She was in awe and thought she was going to have a panic attack. She had been played. She never thought this would happen to her. Rachel Berry had been so desperate for a job she had been conned.

She didn't know what to do. She was broke, had bills to pay and now had a debt she was never going to be able to pay. A week later, she was at a diner where her best friend worked part time and looked through the classifieds. She looked at one saying that 50,000 dollars were being offered but there was a catch. Of course it didn't say what it was but there was a number to call.

Next thing she knows she is walking into a business building going up to the 35th floor. She told the receptionist who she was and waited by the seats to be called.

"Miss Berry?"

Rachel smiled and walked into the office seeing a big African American man behind the desk reading some papers with a magnifying glass. She cleared her throat and the man looked up at her. She definitely didn't miss him eying her body.

"Miss Berry is it?"

"Yes. Hello"

"Please have a seat."

Rachel sat on one of the two chairs facing his desk. She was nervous and didn't know what to expect.

"My name is King Menelek Rennell NZinga."

Rachel eyes widened a little and wanted to laugh but quickly recovered so she could listen to the man in front of her. A man who apparently was a King. Interesting.

"Our royal family comes from Africa and is very well respected here in America and around the world. I expect you want to know how you would get the money."

Rachel nodded.

"That is understandable. You would have to marry my son."

"Marry your… What?" Rachel's eyes widened.

"My son is going through a confusing phase. He thinks he likes men besides women and that in our family is prohibited. The media goes crazy every time he goes out partying and that seems to be every night. He absolutely does not care one bit about our image."

"What makes you think he's going to go through with this?"

"He is next in line for the throne. Like I said. He does not care about our family and history but he does care about money. I explained to him that if he wanted to keep his inheritance, he needed to find a wife and be more private in his sexual escapades until he became King."

Rachel didn't know what to say.

"This is where you come in or any other woman. He gets married, have a big wedding every one who is every one will be there and once he is married, the media will focus on his marriage instead of who he is sleeping with."

"Um okay."

"What would you like in return?"

"All I want is the money sir. I'm a little bit in debt. Actually a lot and I'm desperate."

"Very well miss. I will arrange for you two to meet two days before the wedding. I'll draw up a contract and have you look through it before the wedding."

"That's it? You chose me?" she asked in disbelief.

"After you and I spoke yesterday, I did a background check on you."

"Is that legal? I mean without my permission?"

"It is if you're me." He responded offensively.

She wanted to scoff but stayed quiet. "Yes sir."

"Any other questions Miss Berry before we continue?" he asked eying her.

Rachel nodded. "Sir do you expect me to," she cleared her throat. "To uh sleep with him?"

"No. It's just a marriage. I don't expect you to sleep with him at all. Actually it would be even better so that way he is not tempted to even try to sleep with you. I'll put it on the contract."

"Does he know you're doing this? I'm sorry for all the questions."

"It's understandable. My son knows I'm doing this and he doesn't agree but because of his behavior he really doesn't have a say in this. He might even give you a hard time so be prepared."

She nodded. "How long will we have to be married?"

"It's just a year. Then divorce and you get your money."

"A year," she whispered.

"You will be living in Africa while married and of course travel with him when there are dinners and places he and our family are invited to. I know that won't be a problem for you since you are an only child and your parents passed away when you were younger."

She was annoyed that this man knew so much about her life but she preferred to stay quiet in that department. "Why just a year if you're trying so hard to make people believe he isn't gay?"

"My son is not gay!" he replied loudly making her jump. "Are you in or not?"

Rachel couldn't believe this. It was just a year. 50,000 dollars. A year. She could do this. She had to do this. There was no other choice. She finally nodded.

"I'm in."

"I'll have the contract be ready by tomorrow."

"Okay."

"We'll be in touch," he pressed a button and the lady in front opened the door and waited for Rachel to move.

Rachel thanked him again and walked out.

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"Are you fucking crazy?" her best friend Santana asked from behind the counter in the diner while Rachel sat on the other side.

"I have to do this."

"No. You get three or four jobs. Something, anything but that."

"San I can't. I can't come up with that kind of money in that short amount of time." Rachel said desperately.

"Rach this is an arranged marriage to a man who is probably gay."

"The King said he liked women too," said defensively.

"Do you hear yourself?" Santana was still in awe. "A King? I didn't even know there were still King and Queens in this world."

"What about the Queen from England?" Rachel asked.

"She doesn't count. She's like a million years old."

"I'm doing this whether you support me or not."

Santana shook her head and sighed as she grabbed the coffee pot and poured some in Rachel's cup. "You're fucking crazy." She shook her head in disappointment.

"I know," Rachel whispered.

Santana sighed. "But… you're my best friend and I'll be there for you."

Rachel smiled. "Thanks S."

Santana cleaned up a little bit around her while she took people's order and serving them the meals then she went back to talk to her friend.

"So what are the details?"

"Like I said I already signed the contract. I'll be married to this Prince for a year and I get the money as soon as the divorce is done."

"Where is the wedding?"

"We are getting married in the King's castle in Africa. And we are going to live in our own palace there but travel back and forth together making appearances to make it seem real. I don't know. There's a lot I have to memorize."

"Wow."

"Also I told him that you have to be at my wedding and that whenever I need to talk to you or see you, he agreed to have you fly out to see me."

"Wow this King is as desperate as you are."

Rachel chuckled nodding in agreement. "Make sure you separate the date."

"Of course. When is it?"

"January 5."

"That's in less than two weeks."

"Yep. I leave for Africa next week."

"This is fucking crazy."

"So you've said." Rachel smiled as she finished her coffee.

She had arrived in Africa as scheduled and was welcomed by the King's staff. They showed her the room she will be staying at for the two weeks until she moved to another smaller palace just for her and her 'fiancé'.

Then she went to the tearoom and met the Queen.

"You must be Miss Berry."

"Hello my Queen," Rachel remembered the King telling her to always refer to his wife in that way.

"Please call me Mali."

"Are you sure? Cause your husband said to…"

"You don't always have to do what my husband says."

"No offense ma'am but I kind of do," Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

"Because of the arrangement," the Queen smiled.

Rachel chuckled and nodded.

"If it makes you feel more comfortable you can call me Mali when it's just the two of us"

Rachel smiled. "I like that thank you."

Queen Mali smiled and nodded. "So all the wedding arrangements are done. All we have to do is have a dress made for you."

"Really?"

"Yes. My servant will take your measurements and three days from now, you'll see your dress."

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Rachel looked at herself in the full mirror while the Queen and the seamstress made sure the wedding dress was fitted well and the right size. She couldn't help it and tears appeared in her eyes, which of course the Queen noticed. "Will you excuse us?"

"Of course my Queen," the seamstress walked out.

"What's wrong Rachel?"

"Oh nothing I'm okay."

Since that moment in the tearoom the Queen and Rachel had gotten along very well and Rachel could always talk to her about almost anything.

"Rachel you know you can tell me anything. I know that this isn't ideal and that you wouldn't do this unless you had no other choice."

"I'm sorry." Rachel whispered while the tears escaped.

"It's okay."

Rachel took a deep breath and pushed the tears away. "It's just-I know this is the right thing for me. If I didn't do this, I would be in a bit of a financial trouble but as the days get closer, it just makes it harder to go through with it… This is the craziest thing I've ever done being this desperate." Mali was going to speak but Rachel beat her to it. "But I promise you Mali that I will walk down the aisle and marry your son."

Mali sighed knowing exactly how Rachel felt. "Sweetheart, thank you for doing this. And even though this is only for a year, I think you and my son will get along. He's headstrong but also very caring when he wants to be." She paused looking at Rachel. "You know the King and I were also an arranged marriage."

Rachel eyes widened. "Really?"

Mali nodded. "And we grew to respect each other, to like each other until we fell in love."

"Well, I'm fine with just being friends. I don't think I wouldn't be cut out for this lifestyle. I'm not even middle class let alone royalty."

"Let's just take one day at a time okay darling?"

Rachel nodded and dried her face of any trace of tears while the Queen called back the seamstress.

"Oh and there is one important fact that you need to know about my son."

End of Flashback

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Rachel finished eating when she saw the King walk towards her.

"It's time for the dance."

Rachel nodded and stood up joining her husband on the dance floor.

"You look nice." He said in a serious face.

"Thanks. You too." She smiled even though it was fake.

The music began and they started slow dancing while she thought about the past weeks event.

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Flashback

Rachel was in her room when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Rachel' private servant smiled as she walked into the room. "Miss, the King is expecting you in the lounge area."

"Thank you Abria."

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Rachel walked towards the lounge and knocked waiting to hear the King's voice.

"Enter."

Rachel opened the door and smiled timidly at the King who stood by the window.

"I take it you have made yourself at home?"

"It's really nice thank you my King." She felt so weird calling him that.

"Very well. The reason I called you here today is because it's time to meet your future husband."

She smiled nervously still not quite grasping this whole situation she had gotten herself into. She jumped a little when a man came walking in complaining about something or other. There was no denying he was very handsome but extremely rude and full of shit. But then she had to do a double take. She looked at the King then at the Prince and couldn't believe her eyes.

"Son this is your future wife Miss Rachel Berry. Miss my son and future King Levy Noah Puckerman NZinga."

The Prince scoffed. "Really? That's your name? What kind of name is Rachel Berry? Look at that nose. You are clearly Jewish. Why am I marrying Jewish? This is the best you could find? I see you've lost your touch father," he smirked.

"As you can see this is my son the rude and extremely arrogant future King."

"Nice to meet you," Rachel said.

"Charmed," he said sarcastically.

"You don't have to be so rude. I am doing you a favor after all," Rachel couldn't help it but then realized what she had said and hoped the King wouldn't kill her for that.

"I see you have some balls," the prince said unimpressed.

"And I see you've lost yours somewhere in this palace."

The King chuckled but cleared his throat before either one would notice.

"Are you going to let her speak to me like that?"

"Now that you have met, you both are excused."

The Prince scoffed one more time looking at Rachel up and down shaking his head and walked away.

"What an asshole," she whispered.

"Miss Berry, go and relax, tomorrow is a big day and you need your rest."

"Um sir I mean my King, he's not…" she didn't even know how to bring it up without sounding racist.

"You might be asking yourself why he isn't African American."

She nodded.

"My wife and I were never able to conceive so we ended up adopting him."

"I'm sorry for asking but that doesn't affect the next throne in line?"

"Not anymore." He said. "No off you go. Tomorrow is a big day."

"Thank you sir I mean my King. Good night."

Rachel walked out and headed to her room.

End of Flashback

TBC

So this story just popped into my head but a lot of things might not be true or real. Keep that in mind when you read this story. I'm just writing this for fun. I'm not in any way gonna be a writer cause I'm not as good as some of you haha anyway please let me know if you're interested in reading this one.