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 6
Quin's POV
I made the worst mistake ever.
Drinking and getting drunk was never my thing, not to talk of getting married to someone I don't know.
He ran away with evidence of the matrimonial but lucky for him Jake sent me a picture of us that was posted on the internet, but his face was fucking blur.
Then there is my personal assistant who doesn't sit well with me but I want to find out why. His name sounded very familiar, probably like a rival or maybe a fling from way back. I haven't done a deep background check on him yet but he looks interesting.
I'm having dinner with my dad. I can't concentrate. He'll definitely notice something isn't right, he always does.
"Claire Blackmore has agreed to marry you." He said with a stern look.
I stabbed the stake like it offended me.
"Dad."
" Or do you want me to ask Anthony about his son? He has a gay son?" My mom chipped in.
My parents are insufferable. It took me the whole of college to build up the courage to tell them I like both girls and boys, and surprisingly they took it well.
The moment I clocked twenty nine they kept pestering me about getting married.
Then I got a message from Jake who was assisting me in searching for my runaway husband.
It was a phone number and below it he wrote.
"Don't have a name yet but that's likely to be his contact."
I sent a quick
"Thanks man."
And sent a message to the number.
"Dear husband, you think you can run from me. I'll find you. "
And continued dinner with my parents.
"Mom, dad, I'll get married when the time is right."
My dad scoffed
"Oh darling, if we keep waiting for you the time might never be right and we won't get to have grandkids from you till we die." Mom said.
"Come on mom. Your princess just got married not long ago, why do you want another wedding so soon?"
"Your sister is different from you." My dad said.
"Fine." I said in resignation.
I agreed to meet the candidates they each had in mind.
We looked like the happiest family on the outside but it was different. My dad smiled but made sure he had everything under control including how I should smile or blink. Me and my sister, Billie, didn't have a choice but to go with it.
Billie got married because of the pressure and now they want to do the same thing to me and the wedding isn't up to 5 months yet.
I called Ben my chauffeur to bring the car over to take me home, after making sure my parents left the restaurant.
I wanted to go for a drink but the last time I drank , I made the greatest mistake ever. I got married. I had slipped out after a very stressful day of talking to people I have no interest in business wise or sexually. I went back to the hotel but a particular red head man entering the bar caught my attention. I couldn't resist and now we're married.
I checked my phone for the tenth time since I sent the message to my runaway husband. The name he gave me that night doesn't seem to belong to anyone apparently. I hope I don't go crazy searching for him.
By the time I got home I'd stopped checking my phone for any form of message. Maybe it was the wrong guy. But Jake has never been wrong. I quickly sent a message to him.
"Are you sure it's the right one?"
"Chill man. It's the only one I could get that belonged to the redhead in the picture."
"It better be. He hasn't replied to my text." I typed out.
"Maybe he hasn't seen it." Jake texted back.
I sighed, threw the phone a little too hard onto my bed and went to freshen up.
I turned the shower on and memories of the night I spent with the sexy runaway redhead kept racing through my head.
I didn't realise I was stroking myself until I was doing so faster.
I've had many encounters with red heads just like him but he was different. The way he submitted and took me in like he was made for me. No I meant his hole was meant to take me.
One hand on the wall and the other continued to stroke my hard length. I focused my thoughts on how hot he was and the heat inside him every time I thrust into him.
The way he moaned shamelessly. I increased the pace, stroking faster and faster as I shut my eyes tighter.
He smelled good too but I couldn't place my hand on what the smell was.
I pushed the thoughts of the smell back and focused on the rhythm of our body. How we moved in sync, him pushing himself to meet my every thrust.
My breathing became rugged.
"FU...CK"
My balls tightened and I came with a low growl.
I washed off and went to get ready for bed.
After putting on nothing but a comfortable short I picked up my phone. A message from my mom came in.
"Don't forget you agreed to meet Anthony's son."
I sent her one back
"Ok mom."
I needed to sleep and I had medication that helps with that.
Just when I was about to take my medication for sleeping another message came in. It was short and straightforward.
"Catch me if you can."
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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?