Todos los capítulos de The Billoniare's Fake Husband : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Quin's POVThe second my fist connected with Julian’s face, something inside me cracked wide open.The precise way something gives when it has been holding too much pressure for far too long and finally finds a release, because I felt relieved and released at the same time. All the years of practiced self control vanished in a single, satisfying burst of violence.Julian crashed backward into the coffee table with a loud crack. Papers scattered. A mug shattered against the floor. He went down with the graceless collapse. He wasn't expecting that reaction. But I didn't stop there, I went down with him and kept punching his face for at least 3 minutes which wasn't enough compared to how he treated her.Tyler didn't try to stop me. I was grateful for how he let me have my fill. After landing the last one I stood over him, breathing hard. My knuckles burned with clean, sharp pain. Everything else in the past week had felt distant, muffled behind the thick glass of grief. This pain cut st

Quin's POVThe warehouse fell silent after Julian’s confession.Billie had known.She had known Aiden was watching us. Known she was being manipulated and knew she was dying. And while carrying all that fear and weight alone, she had still chosen to protect us.The realization lodged in my chest like a knife, twisting with every breath.Across from me, Julian remained tied to the chair, shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on the dirty concrete floor. The fight had drained out of him.Jake broke the silence first. “You should’ve told us sooner.”Julian laughed—a bitter, hollow sound that made my skin crawl. “What difference would it have made?”I stared at him. “My sister spent months carrying that burden alone because of you.”His jaw tightened. “I know.”The simple admission surprised me. No excuses or deflection.I stepped closer. “Why are you suddenly being honest?”Julian looked up. For the first time, he looked like his expression was genuine. He looked Worn down and hollowed out. He g

Tyler's POVWhen I finally opened my eyes again, sunlight was spilling warmly through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the bed.For a few long seconds, I didn’t move. Quin was still asleep beside me, one arm draped possessively across my waist, his face buried against my shoulder. The deep lines of tension that had been carved into his features for weeks seemed softer now. I wish I could make everything better for him. Deserve to be happy after everything he's been through.I brushed my fingers gently through his hair. He didn’t stir. He needed this more than anything. God knew proper sleep had been a stranger to him for a while now..I checked the clock on the nightstand and nearly groaned. We slept through most of the day. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that the last real meal I’d eaten felt like a lifetime ago. Very carefully, I slipped out from under Quin’s arm, replacing myself with a pillow. He grunted something incoherent and pulled the pillow closer, buryi

Quin's POVI was almost at the supermarket when I spotted him crossing the road.It happened so fast that my mind struggled to process it.One second Tyler was there—phone in hand, walking across the crosswalk with that familiar, slightly distracted stride. The next, a black SUV came flying around the corner far too fast. The screech of tires ripped through the air like a scream.My heart stopped.“TYLER!”The name tore out of my throat before I even realized I had made a sound.The vehicle slammed into him. The impact echoed down the street like a gunshot. Tyler’s body lifted off the ground in a horrifying, suspended seconds, he hung in the air—limbs loose before he crashed onto the pavement.Everything inside me went cold.The world slowed. People screamed and the coming cars slammed on their brakes. Someone shouted for an ambulance. I heard all of it and none of it, because the only thing that existed was him—lying motionless in the middle of the road.“No.”The word came out broke

Quin's POV“Your penthouse is on fire.”The words should have sent me running. A month or two ago they would have. A week ago they definitely would have.My penthouse wasn’t just an apartment. It was years of my life carefully curated into one space—priceless artwork, important documents, irreplaceable memories, and enough expensive pieces to make insurance adjusters weep. Under normal circumstances, the news would have triggered immediate action.But as I sat beside Tyler’s hospital bed, holding his uninjured hand while he remained stubbornly unconscious, I discovered something surprising.I didn’t care. I didn't care enough to leave. I looked at Tyler’s sleeping face.The choice wasn’t even difficult.“The firefighters are already there, right?” I asked Gabriel.“Yes, sir.”“Is everyone evacuated?”“Yes.”“Good.”“Sir… aren’t you coming?”“No. Thank you for letting me know.”The word left my mouth without hesitation. Without doubt."But sir, your home..."My home is currently lying i