All Chapters of My Fake Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DARIAN “Where’s that bastard?” My eyes snapped to the woman who barreled into the room like a gust of wind. “I couldn’t hold her, Mr. Darian!” I waved the man away with a hand and gave the disheveled woman—who’d clearly fought her way up here—an inquisitive look. My brothers weren’t any different from me in that moment. “Which bastard?” “The bastard who’s supposed to be my husband! Where is Darian Freeman?” At her words my two brothers exploded into laughter as if they’d just seen the punchline of the century. I, for one, saw nothing funny. Not a thing. She smoothed her hair and fixed those hazel eyes on me. “Tell me where he is. I swear I won’t kill him. I just want to shove these papers up his ass,” she said, waving the documents in my face. “There must be some mistake,” I said, still trying to make sense of this whole mess. “Don’t read me fairy tales! Where is that little son of a bitch?” “Are you crazy, woman? There’s a mistake! I’m Darian Freeman, but I am one hundred

BELINDA“Stop pointing at the door every two minutes, you two-legged giraffe! I swear I’ll shove that door right through your head!”What kind of lunatic was this man? No filter on his tongue, no control in his eyes… and his eyes were strange anyway. Not exactly gray, not really blue either.I was pretty sure the youngest one's eyes were turquoise. As for the other two, I hadn’t exactly figured theirs out.I always thought hazel-eyed people — like me — had the most unpredictable eyes. Green in the sun, brown in the dark, hazel in normal light. Even my eyes couldn’t decide what color they wanted to be, serving a surprise platter depending on the moment. Darian’s eyes were like that too. When he narrowed them in anger, they looked turquoise; when he blinked trying to calm down, they shifted gray…Whatever! Who cared? They didn’t matter. I just needed them to get me out of this mess. Their eye color was the least of my problems.“I swear I’ll step on you, girl!”“Come try, handsome!” I w

DARÍANAfter putting on the outfit Marcia brought, I headed to the bar in the office and poured myself a whiskey.“At this hour?” Marcus asked in a disapproving tone.To hell with the time. Was anything left of my sense of time anyway? It felt like a bomb had gone off in the middle of my office.I took the whiskey and sat down at Luke’s still-open computer. Scanned through all the information again. As if looking at it one more time would magically change the outcome.I scrolled down and opened a new page. Typed in Belinda’s info. I had to gather everything I could about her. I needed to know what I was dealing with.“She might be working with those guys. Playing the victim to get money,” I said.“Didn’t look like that to me, but go ahead, check,” Marcus replied as he pulled a chair beside me.“How did she not? She was way too calm. Professional. First she acted shocked, and then she tried clinging to me.”“Looked more like she was terrified of being alone and ran to us for help…”“Yo

DARIANShe had completely thrown me off balance. She wasn’t my height—not even close—but if there was one undeniable truth, it was that her temperament matched mine perfectly. She knew how to throw barbs, and she never let anyone get the upper hand.Fuck.The moment I thought getting the upper hand, my mind veered off in an entirely different direction.She had landed a solid blow with her words.Damn it. I had deserved that.What kind of clinging was that anyway? I’d turned into a teenager who’d never kissed before. If it weren’t for my pride, despite what she’d said, I would have dragged her back from the door, crushed my mouth against hers again—and this time, I wouldn’t have stopped at just clinging.My body ached with need. I stormed into the bathroom, irritated beyond reason. The thought that she’d been standing here naked just minutes ago made me hard as steel.I shut my eyes in frustration and stepped under the water.Damn it.Neither that kiss nor the image of her bare body w

BELINDA“What are we doing, Mop?” I asked my cat, who was staring at me like an idiot.“Miaaow!”“You’re right, I don’t know either. But I have to do something. I don’t even want that bastard’s sins anymore at this point!”“Miaaaowww!”“I know you’re drooling over the guy, but tough luck. We can’t stay here. Don’t think I’ll swallow those lines, sweetheart. Don’t even try to convince me!”“Prrrr…”“Hey!” I snapped. “You’re my cat. He might own this place, but I own you. Watch yourself. Or I’ll put you outside and you can sit on your ass till morning!”She let out a tiny “meow” and dropped her head onto her paws.“Don’t try emotional manipulation. The man kicked you! Don’t you dare fantasize about him picking you up and cuddling you. Get your head straight.”When she didn’t even bother replying this time, I grabbed her by the waist and set her down on the floor.“Sleep on the ground. Maybe that’ll knock some sense into you. No bed for you tonight!”She tensed, ready to jump, but I wagg