All Chapters of My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bianca’s povI used to love watching my husband sleep. In those early days, his face was soft and open. I would trace the line of his shoulder and feel like the luckiest woman in the world. He was my best friend. We told each other everything, but he does not look like that man anymore.Now, I lie beside a stranger in our matrimony bed. I study the hard line of his mouth, searching for the young man I married. He is gone. Somewhere in the last seven years, the man who loved me disappeared, and this cold, powerful businessman took his place. He did not change overnight. It was a slow freeze, a quiet turning away, until one day I woke up and realized the warmth between us was gone for good.They say in every couple, one person loves more. I am the one he loves less, while I have always loved him the more. I am the one staring at my husband in the dark, listening to him sleep. I am the one checking his phone before the sun is up. My finger does not work on the screen. The same little pic

Julian's PovI have known my share of beautiful women. But the one sitting next to me now exists in a different category entirely. She is not just beautiful; she is devastating. And, of course, she is married. Some guys have all the fucking luck.“I am going to take a wild guess that your name is not Maggie,” I say, hoping to break the ice.“No,” is her flat, one-word reply.I nod, giving her space to offer more. She does not. “So, what should I call you?”Her gaze slides back to me, slow and deliberate. I cannot lie; wherever her eyes land, my skin heats.“Look,” I say, raising my hands in a placating gesture. “I am not making a move. I am on a permanent vacation from women, to be honest. They are a complicated species.”She barks a short, humorless laugh. “You are the one who just molested a perfect stranger to escape a woman you clearly screwed over, and you are calling us complicated? You men are all fucking identical.”She throws back her drink like it is water, grimacing as it g

Bianca’s povThe silence that followed my announcement was a physical presence in the room. Brandon had not uttered a single word.“Would you like to say something?” I asked, the words fracturing at the edges.He only stared, his jaw set like stone, his features arranged into the expression I knew all too well, the one that signaled a storm was seconds from breaking. It was his bomb-counting look.“Bianca,” Rosa interjected, her gaze darting toward Brandon before settling on me with false warmth. “I am certain your new companion will be lovely. You managed to find Brandon and keep him, after all. You clearly have an eye for quality.”Her smile made my hands curl into fists. I wanted to launch the nearest object directly at her perfect, placid face. My nails pressed half-moons into my own palms. Stay calm. If you react, he will have you committed, and then how will you save this marriage?“No.” Brandon’s voice cut through the tension, sudden and absolute.“What?”“The answer is no, Bia

Bianca’s pov“Hello,” I say, but the reality of the hour crashes down on me immediately. It is the middle of the night, and I have no business calling anyone, least of all a man I hardly know. “I am so sorry. I do not know what I was thinking. I am going to hang up now.”Before my thumb can find the button, his voice stops me. “Do not.”The ease in his tone, as if we do this every day, makes me still. I stare at the dark ceiling, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. There is a profound comfort in his voice, a sense that I am not drowning alone in this fucking disaster I call my life.“Talk to me, Bianca,” Julian says.“I dialed the wrong number,” I lie, wincing at how pathetic it sounds. “Fine. I had a nightmare and I grabbed my phone. Yours was the first contact I saw.”He laughs, a low, pleasant sound. “A nightmare, was it? Were there monsters?”I roll my eyes, a useless gesture in the dark. “Something like that.”A brief silence falls, and I hear the rustle of movement on his end. “

Bianca’s povThe name hits me like a punch to the gut. Cruz Marcus. Julian is the CEO of Couture Collective? The most powerful fashion house on the continent? How the fuck did I not know this?I stand there, my mind reeling, struggling to process the information. For one long, impossible second, the air is gone from the room, and all I can hear is the violent drum of my own heart.And there he is. Sitting there with a fucking smirk, looking completely at ease, as if he is enjoying every second of my world tilting off its axis. He stands and offers his hand, his eyes locking with mine and refusing to let go.“It is a genuine pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Evans,” he says. His voice is all professional courtesy, but his eyes are alive with pure, wicked amusement.I force a smile onto my face, my social programming taking over as I place my hand in his. *Do not break. Do not you dare break.*“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Marcus,” I answer, my voice coming out thin and strained. The touch of