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 3
Tyler's POV
I prefer dream Quin to real Quin. Real Quin hated me and was most definitely straight.
He kept fucking and hitting my prostrate, earning more screams from me. At some point he pulled the pillow from under me , flipped me over and held my ass to the air. I was soo close to the edge. I stretched my hand to my dick and began to stroke it in time with his thrust.
He slapped my hand away and began to stroke my dick himself.
"Ahhh... Mmm..."
He stroked me in time with his hard thrust, fucking and stroking , squeezing my tip. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of my constant moaning, his grunts and low growl, with the sound of skin against skin.
I couldn't hold it in any more. It was too much.
"I'm...I'm gonna come. Ahhhhhhh..."
I cried out. An ear piercing scream escaped my mouth. Ropes of cum spurts coated the sheets . It was the hardest and longest I've ever released. Quin didn't stop stroking my dick. He only did when his movements became ragged and I knew he was about to come too.
"Fu...CK"
He jerked and came with a low growl. When he was done , he pulled out of me immediately. I felt empty instantly. After catching his breath , he rolled off me , moved the cum stained sheet away . He lifted the blanket from under us totally and covered our naked bodies. He drew me in, held me like we've done the same thing a million times.
I relaxed into his touch. This has got to be the best dream ever, I would wake up in the morning and continue to hate the real Quin McKenzie. I thought to myself as the darkness enveloped me.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, which sounded frustratingly loud. I must have forgotten to turn it off. I didn't need an alarm while I was on vacation. I remember the dream I had. Christ, it was the absolute best fuck of my life.
I tried to open my eyes, the sudden brightness made me shut it back. My head throbbed. But it wasn't the only pain I felt. My alarm went off again. I groaned and tried to move. "Fuck." I muttered
My ass felt sore. Ok. What the actual...
"Ouch!"
Something or rather , someone pushed me off the bed and I landed on my already sore ass. My eyes snapped open immediately. Someone else was on my bed and was still sleeping like I wasn't thrown out of the bed.
I crawled to where my phone was. I stopped the alarm and put on my clothes. I walked towards the other side of the bed and lifted the sheets a bit only to stare back at my worst nightmare. Quin was in my bed. Everything about it was wrong, very, very wrong. I looked around and it wasn't even my room.
Something on the table caught my attention. A paper. I moved closer to the side table to read what was on it , to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered
Shock, anger and fear all in one. They were all trying to force themselves out.
A wedding certificate with both our names on it . I looked at my finger nails.
"Oh God!" My voice came out louder.
The gold wedding band looks expensive as hell. Without thinking, I removed the ring and slipped it into my pocket. I moved quietly. Thank goodness I haven't unpacked my suitcase. I folded the paper, put it into my pocket and snuck out of the hotel room and headed for mine.
The mask, I completely forgot about it. It must have come off at some point during the night. Not like I needed it. I moved to my room.
After getting my things, I checked out of the hotel. I searched for a motel instead and dialed Cassie's number. She picked up immediately. Reasons why she's my emergency contact.
"Hey babes, What's up?" Her voice gave me a sense of peace immediately but it vanished as soon as it came.
The ride I ordered arrived and I got in while talking to her.
"I fucked up." I said to her
"You always do honey. Tell me something new."
"I'm dead serious Cass."
"Fine. What is it? Did you kill someone?" She sounded a little concerned.
"No , but I wish I did. I got married."
"Say what now?" Surprise laces in her voice.
" I said I got fucking married, and I just ran away from my husband." I repeated more clearly for her to understand the situation.
Cassie and I grew up together. Our parents were friends who hoped their children would grow up getting married before everything went to shit. Fortunately we ended up wanting to get married to our fellow genders. We grew to love each other and respect our different tastes in general. I used to hide at her place whenever my mom came home with a new man who wanted to see her son.
"Oh my God. You're serious. Who is he?" She sounded excited for some reasons I couldn't figure out.
"It's Quin fucking Mackenzie."
The thought of even being close to him right now annoys the hell out of me. Everything annoyed the hell out of me.
"OMG. You got married to THE QUIN ? I told you he likes you but he's too into the closet to come out." She said
I got to the motel in no time. My phone was still in my ear as Cassie went on and on about how she felt Quin was in the closet .
I booked a room and got in.
"Cass, this isn't why I called, I need a solution." I finally interrupted her.
"Oh yes, yes. Since he doesn't know it's you and he doesn't know the man he got married to, let it remain like that." She said
"You're saying I should pretend?". I asked her.
"Yes, dummy. Look I gotta go, let's talk later."
She ended the call without me saying anything.
I sat on the bed of the motel and opened my laptop. I had new mail.
"Please be what I am thinking" I pleaded with the mail.
I clicked on the mail and the first thing I saw excited me.
"Congratulations."
Which meant I got the job . I read through the mail and it wasn't even the role I applied for. I applied for the role of a content writer and got the job of a personal assistant to the CEO. That's crazy.
My happiness got cut short by a message on my phone. I stared back at the phone.
~mom~ three million dollars have been added to the debt you need to clear. Don't be a waste of space and make yourself useful to your mother.
I didn't know if I should cry or not. A mother who takes pleasure in retreating her son like trash. I swallowed hard, my throat dried. She always gets to me . I pushed the thought of my mother back to wherever it was coming from. My life was already fucked.
I booked a flight early in the morning back to New York city. My interview was by 12 pm on Monday, and I needed to get there early. It was an interruption to my mini vacation but I didn't mind.
I've missed the air in New York, it was Monday already. I freshened up and headed for Macell Holdings.
It was an hour's drive there from my cramped up apartment , but it felt like ten hours.
" Hi, good day. I'm here for an interview" I said to the blond haired lady at the reception.
"Ok. Take this." She gave me a tag "It's the eleventh floor. You'll meet the secretary when you get there."
"Thank you" I muttered loud enough for her to hear.
When I got to the eleventh floor the elevator door dinged open. There was a pretty brunette sitting behind a large desk. I spotted the name on the desk. Clair.
"Hi" I said a little nervous now that I was actually at the interview.
"Hello. You're Tyler Davis?"
" Yes, that is me." I replied faster than I wanted to.
"Give me a sec." She picked up the landline. Sir the new candidate has arrived." She paused for a while, probably listening to her boss. "Ok sir."
She turned to me," you can go in now."
"Ok, thank you."
I opened the huge door carefully and stepped inside.
Damn!
The office was really really huge. It has a lot of trophies too.
Then I heard someone clearing their throat.
"It seems you're more interested in the artwork in my office than the job."
My attention snapped towards the area it came from.
"I'm..." I couldn't finish what I was about to say.
Recognition dawned on me and I muttered to myself.
"Oh Fuck me"
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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?