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 5
Tyler's POV
"Heir to the Makell Empire Allegedly got married to a man in Vegas"
Below the headline was a picture of me wearing a mask and Quin standing opposite me putting a ring on my damn finger.
Wait, why was I even panicking? It's not like anyone would recognise me. The picture was kinda blurry and besides I took the wedding certificate with me because it had my real name on it.
Everything was basically against my happiness right now.
After about three hours the door bell rang and Cassie walked in holding bottles of beer and a pizza box.
God, I love her and how she knows exactly what I want. . Except she wasn't the only one.
"Hello bitches." Kira's voice came in.
Then there was Aron and Judy.
"Is there a party I wasn't aware of?" I said looking at all my friends as they made themselves comfortable in my cramped up apartment.
"We heard you're married, so we came to celebrate with our only married friend who didn't invite us to his wedding." Judy said in a calm but sarcastic kind of way.
I looked at Cassie who was pretending to look at something on her phone. Her eyes met mine.
"Oh come on." She grumbled.
"I had to share with the guys."
"And you couldn't tell me about it first?" I raised a brow.
Oh come on darling. I know you wouldn't mind. And see." She waved her hand around " you don't."
" Oh fuck you Cass." I moved to sit on the single grandpa couch.
"Fortunately we don't work for the same team. So, go fuck yourself or rather your husband." She giggled at the last statement she made.
We talked until late at night when everyone decided to take their leave.
I rolled like a hundred times without being able to sleep. I couldn't get Quin out of my head. I hated him for messing with me. I hated him even more for being so good in bed.
Just the thought of him and I was hard. Well my hand could go a long way. I stood up, got naked and lay back down on the bed. No need for lube. I just want to get this over with so I can sleep.
I spat on my palm and started stroking myself with my eyes closed. I began to recall how Quin stretched me open with his thick length, The heat wheezing from him and him thrusting in and out of me, fucking me with no form of mercy.
"Fuck! "
I stroke faster, not once slowing down. The sound of our skin slapping filled my ear. I bit down in my lower lips as spurts of cum coated my chest. After giving myself a few minutes to catch my breath I picked up my shirt, cleaned myself up with it and tossed it back to the ground. Not long after I fell asleep like I wasn't begging for sleep earlier.
Monday came faster than I wanted it to. At least my mother hasn't been bugging me with calls since her release, which was something.
I got to the office on time using the subway. I couldn't afford to go broke before my job started. And I was saving up to clear my mother's debt of almost 15million dollars. And then there is the allowance I give her, which I've cut down to discourage the gambling habit.
I felt a pang of shame remembering how I'd cum with the image of my new boss a few days back. I pushed the thought away quickly
"This is Mr Quin's schedule for the week" Clair said handing me a n ash coloured tab. And then a cup of coffee. "Always remember his coffee." She leaned in a little then whispered "He can't seem to function without it." She smiled
" Ok. Thank you" she winked in response and left me standing in front of the huge door.
I think my heart beat spiked up. I inhaled then exhaled. And entered the office.
His chair faces backwards making him face the glass window that reveals the beauty of the city.
"Good morning Mr Mackenzie. Here's your coffee."
He spinned around to face me. Gracing me with his very obviously breathtaking face.
"Stop it!. I scolded myself mentally.
I can't risk getting hard in front of him. I'm just reacting to him like this because of our previous encounter. He probably has a girlfriend or...a boyfriend.
He picked up the coffee without a thank you.
Arrogant much.
He took a sip from the coffee and lifted his pair of piercing sea blue eyes to look at me.
God I hate him.
"What's for today?" He asked and went back to sipping his coffee and going through his phone.
I quickly began to go through all his fixed activities for the day.
"You have a meeting with the editorial team by 9am which is in 20 minutes. Also, you have a contract signing with the Blackwoods by 10am immediately after the editorial meeting." I kept reading .
I looked up briefly to see that he looked uninterested but I continued anyway to the very last thing on his schedule.
"Finally you have dinner with your parents by 7pm ."
He was focused on his phone the whole time. I wanted to smash his head into the table until he bled to death. I hate him Soo much.
The day went by slowly from meeting to meeting. Does he ever take a break ? I was exhausted.
When it was time for him to have dinner with his father, he asked me to leave for the night.
When I got home, I showered and got ready for bed.
I heard the message notification sound from my phone. But not the phone I was expecting. I opened my bed side drawer and unlocked the phone.
It was the phone I used only when I needed to get laid, I must have forgotten to turn it off.
The message read
Dear husband, you think you can run from me? I'll find you.
Oh shit!
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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?