Todos os capítulos de My Fake Husband: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

DARİAN “The interest on the debt has increased, just so you know!” I’m sure it has. If I walked in here with this much self-confidence, of course it would...“I’ll pay whatever it is. That’s why you have to put your plans for tonight on hold. Otherwise, I won't be held responsible for what happens next.”“He’s even making threats,” he said with a laugh. “Who do you think you are?”I scratched the side of my right eye. “If you want to find out who I am, go right ahead with your plans. Then you'll learn. Now, the choice is yours. Is Belinda coming with me, or do I move on to the next stage?”He signaled to the man beside him. “The debt has reached six million dollars, by the way. Can you pay it?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.“Bring Belinda to me. We’ll settle it.”“She’s coming,” he said, leaning back. He knew he couldn't get that much money even if he sold Belinda. Even thinking the word 'sell' made my blood boil. What kind of people had this woman gotten mixed up with?

BELİNDAAll my limbs were frozen. Clay let out a laugh. “I was going to have a taste anyway, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said, just as the door was kicked open and the room was suddenly flooded with police.Shouts of “Drop it! Drop it!” filled the air. In that split second, before I could even grasp what was happening, Darian lunged from his seat, grabbed Clay by the collar, and buried his forehead into the man's face with a brutal headbutt.As Clay tumbled to the floor like a sack of potatoes, Darian grabbed him by the collar again, pulled his head up, and drove a right hook straight into his nose.That definitely hurt!I wasn’t overweight, but whatever fat I had in my body had practically melted away from the stress.Darian pressed the sole of his boot onto the fingers of Clay's right hand.“I told you, didn’t I, Clay? If you touch her, I’ll break you.” As he began to crush the fingers one by one, a police officer walked toward Dari

DARIAN"I've got two hours. Get ready, we’re sorting out the clothes today."She was sprawled on the sofa, one leg over the other, looking way too comfortable. My eyes slid from her reddish-black hair down her body. She was wearing a tank top with wide straps and shorts.Even though she was tiny, she definitely wasn't skin and bones. She had curves exactly where a woman should."I can pick my own clothes. You don't need to spend every damn second with me."Of course she could. But after yesterday, I wasn’t about to let something like that happen again. Until I was sure those bastards were locked up and no one was left on the outside, my eyes were going to stay glued to her.There was this unspoken, heated defiance between us that kept me on edge."I know you can. But until yesterday’s situation is cleared, I don't want you alone.""Wow," she said, getting up. "It brings a tear to my eye that you're so worried about me." She made a small, mocking gesture, pretending to wipe a tear.I d

DARIAN As the first song ended, a storm of applause broke out. Praises were pouring from every mouth. As for me, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her since the moment she stepped onto that stage. I took a sip of my whiskey, my gaze finding Michael near the side of the stage, by the office entrance. He was sitting with his legs crossed, arms folded over his chest, watching Belinda with a look of pure satisfaction at the crowd's reaction. Actually, he wasn't just watching her—he was practically devouring her with his eyes. The whiskey glass in my hand almost shattered. "Good evening, welcome everyone. This is my first night performing here at Night. Thank you for your kind words." Since I’d grown familiar with her voice by now, the tone that had grated on my nerves in the early days was far from bothering me now. "I’m sure the song Night Changes has been sung on this stage many times," she said with a laugh.

BELINDAIf his nose fell off, I swear he wouldn’t deign to lean down and pick it up. Did I care? Of course not. It was his call. Just because he was all fired up and his prick was twitching for me didn't mean I was going to jump into bed with him.Not that it was a bad idea, I’ll admit! But as long as he put his horniness above everything else, I wasn't going to give him what he wanted."No matter how much meaning I try to attach to you, the result is always the same," I whispered."And what’s that? Would you be kind enough to inform me?"I smirked. "Absolutely. You're just a total prick!"With his dark hair, tanned skin, sharp jawline, and a body built for lust, he was pushing me to my absolute limit. But thanks to my stance against "pretty boys," I was able to control myself like a goddamn saint.Refusing to get any closer to him, I turned my gaze toward the couple I’d met tonight."Thank you so much for coming all this way.""It was worth