The Billoniare's Fake Husband
Tyler has been through more than most, and life has never given him a real break. All he wants is to finish his job and figure things out-but one wild trip to Vegas changes everything. He wakes up married to Quin McKenzie, the same man who made his life miserable years back and probably doesn't remember.
Quin is wealthy, controlling, and desperate to keep his inheritance, so he offers Tyler a deal: stay married until he clicks thirty and get paid. Tyler doesn't trust him, but he needs the money Quin was offering, so he agrees.
What starts as a fake marriage soon turns into something messy and real. Feelings begin to get involved and walls start to crack. Suddenly Tyler is risking his heart for a man he swore to hate.
Now, with secrets coming out and time running out, they both have to decide-is this just a mistake... or something worth fighting for?
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Chapter 2
Tyler's POV
Quin and I didn't really play any drinking games. It was probably just his way of making me drink with him.
I couldn't remember how we got to his room. Fuck. I drank too much. My eyes felt heavy, I could barely stand. I saw a figure moving towards me through my blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes to see the figure clearly. It was Quin, taking off his shirt and pants. What the hell have I gotten myself into. If this was another prank I might end up killing him for real. He stood in front of me, leaned in and whispered.
"Why do you still have these on?"
he tugged at my shirt, then tapped my mask. Before I could think of a response which wasn't coming. Quin tore off the buttons of my shirt with one swift move sending them flying. Was he drunk too? Or was this another dream of mine.
He must be, but I was scared to take off the mask so he doesn't recognise me.
My brain wasn't braining at all, if even a word like that existed, a world where Quin actually wanted me . But we hated each other. I laughed at the thought. I must have laughed out loud because he yanked open my clothes with force.
"Is this funny to you , Goldy?"
What sort of stupid nickname was that?
Was it my hair colour?
Fuck ! It wasn't even golden, it's more like red or brown somewhere in-between.
I almost lost my footing. His hands snake around my waist and held me in place for about three seconds but we ended up falling onto the bed,a bed I didn't even realise was there— Quin's body collapsed onto mine.
"Oh!" I gasped
"Get off me,Christ you're heavy."
I tried to push him off me, my hands and legs weren't cooperative.
"You and I but know you don't want me to, and besides you're my husband now."
He lifted his muscular body from my lean frame. And showed me his fingers. He is probably fucking with me. And everything happening felt like a dream so it most likely was a dream.
If this was a dream, I should make the most of it. Since dream Quin wants to be my husband then so be it. Besides, he's not bad looking. My body felt hot. And I could feel the heat spreading all over. Quin moved slightly above me, his naked body grinding over my now aching dick through my pants, sending weaves of electricity through me.
Yeah fuck it. If dream Quin wants to fuck me then let him, besides I haven't gotten laid in a very long time. My dream should count. Right?
I pulled him down and kissed him. The connection of our mouths sent waves of electric shock through my body. His bare chest to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as if searching for something. He tasted alcohol and something sweet. I passed my fingers through his soft hair , stopped and pulled him closer. The kiss became desperate and hungry.
"Mmm.." I moaned into his mouth.
He moved his body up, lined his dick to mine and began to rock his body on mine.
"Mmmm..."
I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. The only thing separating our hard lengths was the piece of clothing I still had on—pants.
I tried to move him but he wouldn't budge. I peeled off my lips from his to get his attention.
"What?" He sounded pissed and out of breath.
" I need to take these off." I tapped my hips, referring to my pants.
He lifted his naked body totally this time and I got to really look at him. His dick stood erect like it could drill a hole and it was big , probably seven inches or more, his body was soo... Fuck no. I wasn't going down that lane. Tyler, enjoy your dream and get on with your life when you wake up. I scolded myself.
I quickly unbuckle my belt , zipped down and pushed down my pants and boxer briefs. I moved to the middle of the bed , Quin followed.
"I told you you wanted this." He murmured.
He leaned in and tried to kiss me but I avoided it. I don't kiss hookups. Let's just fuck and move on. I think he understood the no kissing rules when I avoided his kiss two more times. Good thing my mask was still in place.
He moved away, spread my legs open and balanced himself between them. I lay sprawled on the bed. My dick really needed attention, Quin was too slow for my liking.
The way his eyes roamed over my body didn't seem like he was disgusted. Dream Quin really must be blind. A sudden surge of excitement and anticipation coursed through me. I kept reminding myself that it was just a dream. I'll wake up in the morning, in my bed. And none of it will be real.
He picked one of the pillows from the bed , lifted my ass and placed it under. The pillow wasn't too high but it was a bit uncomfortable.
"Open up goldy." He ordered.
I'll excuse the name calling since it was a dream. So I did as he said, and opened my legs wider.
He spat on his hand and rubbed it over my hole. I jerked away from him at first, force of habit. But then I remembered I was willing to do this on my own. So I allowed myself to relax and enjoy what was to come.
His finger went back to massaging my hole.
"Ouu, fuck" I moaned.
He pressed one finger in gently. He pulled out the finger and began to move slowly in and out in a continuous motion.
He pulled out and spat on his fingers again and pressed into me, this time less gentle.
“Oh!” I gasped
Can fingers feel this good? Mine never did.
His pace increased, as he fucked me adding another , malking it two fingers that felt like four.
"Oh gods. Mm..."
"Moaning like a little slut already, wait till you feel the real deal." He growled
Dirty talk excused, cause obviously it was a dream.
He pulled out completely. This time around he spat on my hole and on his huge dick. I was already licking precum and so was he. My dick needed attention too, I almost whined. He stroked his dick a few times, mixing the spit with precum, then lined it to my hole and pressed In.
" Fuck. Fuck.Fuck fu...uck"
The pain was more than I expected. He pushed in and was completely inside me.
"Fu…ck."
Him filling me up completely , made me forget the pain for a second.
He began to move and the pain got mixed with the best feeling ever. Heat curled low in my stomach. He pulled out only to thrust back in with full force.
"Ahhhh..." My voice echoed in the room.
My scream did nothing to stop him. He pulled out only to plunge back in like a hammer drilling a nail into the wall, only it was different, the hole was me, and he had the nail drilling into me.
Quin held my waist with both hands as he fucked into me mercilessly. Thrusting and slamming like he had a record to break
"Ah. Ah. Yes. Right there . Ahhh..."
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9.8
I sat in the VIP waiting room of the fertility clinic, clutching the report that confirmed my implantation was a success. After years of struggling, I finally had a reason to make my marriage with Garnett work.
But when I went to find him in the lounge, I heard a woman’s laughter coming from behind the door. It was his mistress, Alison. I froze as I heard Garnett’s cold, dismissive voice.
"She’s just an incubator."
"Once the heir is born, we kick her out. The trust fund only requires a legitimate heir born to my wife. It doesn't require the wife to stick around afterwards."
The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. I soon discovered the clinic had botched the procedure—the baby I was carrying wasn't even Garnett’s. It was donor sperm from Sterling Sharp, the most powerful tech mogul in the world.
When my in-laws forced me to move into their estate for "monitoring," I realized I was entering a cage. Garnett and his mistress were paying the family doctor to inject me with hallucinogens to mimic a mental breakdown. They planned to declare me legally incompetent and commit me to an asylum the second I gave birth.
I stood in the shadows of the East Wing, realizing my husband wasn't just stealing my child—he was trying to delete my mind. The people I called family were poisoning me daily, waiting for me to break so they could claim a legacy that wasn't even theirs.
They wanted a madwoman, so I decided to give them one. I turned the doctor into my double agent, faked every symptom of a breakdown, and began building a secret empire from the shadows. Garnett thinks he’s trapped an incubator, but he’s actually locked himself in with a nuclear weapon.
7.3
Ella Hart was adopted into a wealthy household, but she never lived like a daughter.
While her adoptive mother, Nora, indulged in luxury and high society, Ella was treated like little more than a servant, forced to do the hardest chores and surviving on scraps of affection.
Until the day her biological family finally found her and brought a shocking revelation.
Years ago, the Hart family had arranged a marriage alliance with the Sterling family. The bride was meant to be either Ella... or her beloved sister, Piper.
That day, the impossibly handsome man arrived in worn-out clothes. He was instantly rejected by Piper.
To escape her old life, Ella agreed without hesitation, but she would never have imagined the man in front of her was the richest CEO in the city...
8.1
I was Asset 7, a "ghost" kept in a high-security facility with no memory and paralyzed vocal cords. My only value was my silence, making me the perfect disposable tool for the world's elite.
Everything changed when I was sold to Culver Lancaster, a media billionaire drugged with a dangerous synthetic aphrodisiac. His staff needed a woman who couldn't talk, couldn't sue, and didn't exist in any official directory.
They scrubbed my skin raw like a piece of meat and threw me into a dark penthouse with a man who had lost his mind to the drug. Culver didn't treat me like a human; he choked me against a door and used my body as a shield against his own madness. When I tried to run, his security hunted me down with dogs, and Culver threw me into a freezing wine cellar. I spent days in total darkness, starving and dehydrated, lapping dirty water off the floor just to stay alive.
I lay on that cold stone, wondering why my life had become a series of cages and scars. I couldn't even scream to let the world know I was dying. How could a man claim to protect me while treating me like a disposable object?
But when Culver finally came to the cellar to feed me, I didn't surrender. I bit him hard enough to draw blood, watching the shock in his eyes as I communicated the only way I could.
Now, I wear the silk uniform and the velvet mask he bought for me, playing the role of his obedient "Shadow." Culver thinks he owns a broken girl he can lock in a velvet panic room, but I'm a weapon who just found her target. Every kiss is a reconnaissance mission, and I'm going to burn his empire to the ground.
8.6
I met him on a rainy afternoon when we were both young, uncertain, and standing on the edge of adulthood.
Adrian Cole wasn't rich then. He wasn't powerful. But from the moment his eyes found mine, something inside me knew my life would never be the same.
We fell in love slowly... then all at once.
He was my first kiss under streetlights, my safest place, my greatest heartbreak.
And the man who walked away.
Years later, Adrian returns - no longer the struggling boy I once knew, but a billionaire CEO with power, dominance, and a dangerous intensity that still makes my heart tremble.
He says I've always belonged to him.
But love isn't that simple.
Not after betrayal.
Not after loss.
Not after the night that shattered us both.
Now he wants a second chance.
And this time... he refuses to let me go.
9.5
I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset.
I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister.
I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar.
He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured.
I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield.
"I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment."
Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre."
As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.
7.1
Reece Kay has thirty days to save her family's dying boutique.
Thirty days to find millions she doesn't have.
Thirty days before the bank takes everything.
Her only option is a trust fund her late father left behind.
The catch? She must marry.
Not just any man.
Rhys Lawson.
The billionaire CEO who broke her heart five years ago.
Rhys needs a wife to secure a ruthless business merger. Reece needs his name to unlock the money. The deal is simple. One year. No love. No intimacy. No emotions.
But living under the same roof turns old wounds into fresh scars. Desire creeps in where hatred once lived. And when powerful enemies begin hunting for the truth, their fake marriage becomes more dangerous than either expected.
Will Reece lose the contract...
or risk losing her heart to the man who already destroyed it once?