All Chapters of My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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This is the woman who fractured Bianca’s marriage

Julian’s povAs I return to the table, I direct my full attention toward Brandon. Yet my peripheral vision betrays me, catching on the open neckline of Bianca’s blouse. It is a deliberate distraction, and I have to mentally shove the image away. *Focus, you idiot. Do not even go there.*“So, Brandon,” I begin, clearing my throat to ground myself. “I would be very interested in seeing Paragon Jewels for myself. A proper tour of your operations.”Brandon’s entire face brightens, visibly thrilled by the request. “Absolutely! I would love to show you. We could arrange it right now, in fact.”Bianca is a silent statue beside him, her gaze locked on the tablecloth as if she wishes it would swallow her whole. Her anger is a live current in the air, but Brandon is too absorbed in his role as the magnanimous host to feel it.“Would you care to join us, Bianca?” I ask. The question is polite, but the tension between us is a physical presence. I am offering her an escape route, a chance to decli

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

I want my husband back

Julian’s pov“I am sorry,” I say. “I just… I could not take it anymore.”“Take what?” Bianca snaps back. Her arms are folded so defensively across her chest I am surprised the fabric of her blouse does not protest. She is glaring at me with a look that could curdle milk.I draw a steadying breath, holding her gaze. “Watching you. You were coming apart at the seams out there, Bianca. I could not just stand by.”Her expression falters for a single, unguarded moment. I have struck a chord. “And what do you imagine you will accomplish?” she retorts. “Pulling me into a storage room is your grand solution?”“It would not be the most ill-conceived plan,” I reply, leaning my weight against the door. “This is a multi-purpose space, is it not? We might as well use it to address a personal emergency.”“My God, Julian,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes with such theatrical force I half expect them to become permanently lodged in the back of her skull. “How profoundly clever. If this is your master st

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

Brandon wants to play this game? Fine.

Bianca’s povOh my god.I do not know what I was thinking.The man at the door, his eyes wide open, is one of the cleaning staff.“Uh, my mistake,” he says, stepping back fast, wanting no part of whatever he just saw.I move away from Julian, shaking my head. “Do you see? This is what happens when you pull me into a closet to talk about my problems.”“What happens?” he asks, not moving from where he leans against the wall.“We get seen.”“And?”I roll my eyes. “You are unbelievable.”“Yes, but you are still into me,” he says, and he winks.I do not answer. I just take his hand and pull him out of the closet and into the hallway. My heart is beating so hard, but I cannot tell if it is from being caught or from having Julian so close to me just a moment before.“Alright, Mr. Marcus,” I say, once we are fully in the open. “Welcome back to reality.”Julian lifts one eyebrow. “I thought we were just getting to the good part.”I give him a hard look. “I do not know what you think was starti

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

Who sent that video?

Bianca’s povI feel all the color leave my face as Brandon’s eyes slowly move to me. His expression is blank, but his stare is so cold it sends a shiver down my back. I do not look away. I will not give him that.“What the hell is this, Bianca?”I pull in a deep breath, trying to act calm even though my heart is pounding. “What does it look like?” I ask. I lean back in my seat and cross one leg over the other.Brandon’s jaw gets hard. “It looks like you have some talking to do.”“Do I?”God, I hate this. Why does everything with him have to be a show? Why does he get to be the one who is angry?Rosa, who is still holding her phone like it might explode, looks back and forth between us. I can see she is trying to find a way to calm things without getting hurt. Good luck with that.“Um, maybe we should just…” she starts.I stop her with a look. “Who sent that video, Rosa?”She pauses, her eyes going to Brandon like she wants him to save her. Of course, she does not want to say. She love

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

Is there something you need to tell me?

BiancaI let out a cold, sharp laugh. “What did you just say to me?”“You heard me perfectly,” he said, moving into my space, his eyes burning with a pure, hot anger. “Whatever this thing is with Julian, you will end it. Today.”I held my ground, my own stare locked on his. “I do not tell you who you can see, Brandon. So what gives you the right to order me around?”“This is not the same, Bianca!” Brandon’s voice was a roar that filled the whole room. “He is my business partner! You could destroy everything!”“Everything?” I repeated, letting the sarcasm coat my words. “By ‘everything,’ do you mean your company, or your cozy little setup with Rosa?”Anger flushed his skin a dark red, and I could see the cords in his neck standing out. “Do not bring her into this.”“Oh, why the hell not?” I shot back. “She is already here, is she not? She is right there, living in our home, sitting on my sofa. So why should I not say her name?”Brandon’s hands curled into tight fists, and for a single

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

Do not come any closer

My eyes narrowed instantly.Brandon?It could not be Brandon. He had not given me flowers in years—our marriage was never the type for grand, romantic gestures. I moved closer to the enormous bouquet, a knot of dread already forming in my stomach. I pulled the small card free. The writing was clean, but I did not recognize it. My heart gave a strange, sudden leap as I read the words.*Glad we are back on, fake girlfriend. You are stuck with me now. Forever… or at least until Brandon comes to his senses.**Julian*A laugh burst from my throat, surprising me. Of course. It was Julian. Who else would be so fucking bold? I grabbed my phone from my bag and tapped his number, my fingers drumming a restless beat on the desk.He picked up after the first ring. “Good morning, Bianca.”I rolled my eyes, but I could feel a smile trying to break through. “Flowers? Really, Julian?”“You are the one who texted me. You said the deal was back on. I asked myself, what does a fake boyfriend get for his

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

You rented a yacht for lunch?

BiancaI force myself to swallow, my mouth gone dry while his words just hang there between us, solid and suffocating. Every sane part of me is yelling to shove him away, to tell him to cut this fucking game out right now, but the rest of me is not listening. A wave of heat moves through my body, and my thoughts turn to useless, scattered noise.Then he is there, erasing the last bit of space. One more step and we are close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. His smell is everywhere, and I am stuck, completely trapped in the strange spell of this moment."Make a choice, Bianca," Julian says.I know I need to speak, to form a single word, but my mind is just a mess of broken signals. The only thing that feels real is how near he is, the way his eyes show amusement and something else, something deep and threatening."Bianca," Julian says, "you have that look.""What look?" I get out, but it sounds weak and airy, not at all how I wanted."The look that says your m

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

If we are going to fake this, I am going to make fucking sure it feels real.

JulianI think there is a problem with me. And that problem is a five-foot-tall brunette whose heart is owned by another man.Bianca is standing on the deck, her eyes wide and bright as she stares at my yacht. The way her mouth is slightly open, her gaze so full of wonder, it is as if she has discovered something truly magical. I find myself following her line of sight, almost expecting to find something new, something I have missed all the years I have owned the damn thing. But no, it is the same sleek, expensive boat that has been mine for a long time. Maybe she is seeing it through some kind of enchanted lens."You have truly never been on a yacht before?" I ask, leaning on the railing with my arms crossed.She turns. "Do I look like the kind of person who spends her free time on yachts?""Well, this is New York. Your husband is a billionaire. Half the billionaires here own one of these, and the other half have been on one. I am just surprised you have never had the experience.""Y

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

Are you fucking my wife?

JulianBianca lets out a laugh, but the sound is thin and stretched, like it might break. “Well, that’s the whole idea, isn’t it? It has to seem believable.”I keep my gaze on her, careful and steady. I do not know how to reply without telling her the truth that is burning inside me. I see something change in her eyes, a brief glimpse of doubt, maybe even fear. But just as quickly, it is gone. She looks back down at the iPad screen, using it like a wall to block out the pressure growing in the space between us.“We should get back to work,” she says.So we do. We talk about tactics and what-ifs, but my whole mind is on her. On the simple, brutal fact that is now clear to me.I want Bianca.I will have her.I will follow every step of this plan she made, because when it is over, she will belong to me.*************I pull up in front of Paragon Jewels and watch as Bianca gets out of the car. She smooths down her shirt, looks at the building, then turns her gaze back to me. The smile sh

Last Updated : 2025-11-18

What the hell does that matter?”

JulianI settle back into the leather chair, making a conscious effort to keep my body still. My expression is a blank wall, but deep inside, I can feel the pressure building, a hard knot forming in my jaw. The quiet in the room is heavy and long. The low sound of the air conditioner seems too loud, and each tick from the clock on the wall cracks through the silence like a shot.The sheer fucking audacity of Brandon Evans to ask me something like that. I draw a slow breath. There is no chance I am letting him watch me break. Not here.I allow my shoulders to drop, sinking into the chair’s embrace. When my voice comes, it is level. Dangerously level.“I have looked into your background, Mr. Evans,” I state. “Harvard, was it not? First in your class for Business Administration. And then, a Master’s degree in International Economics? Very impressive.” I angle my head, letting my gaze grow more intent. “Tell me, during all those expensive years of learning, which lesson covered the etique

Last Updated : 2025-11-19

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