All Chapters of The Billoniare's Fake Husband : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Quin's POV Tyler was acting all sneaky and suspicious all week. But I hadn't paid too much attention. I was busy thinking of how to hunt the messenger.The last message I got was the last for a while. It was actually starting to piss me off how someone was constantly interrupting my peace.Waking up to Tyler's mouth around my dick was not on my bingo card and coming home to a surprise party was definitely not on my bingo card too. My heart almost exploded from the excitement I felt seeing my family all together in one place and it was a good celebration.Fuck! I miss Billie.Tears threatened to spill as I held the pretty man that started this whole plan. If Billie was here, she would tease me till I couldn't take it anymore.The party had been going for almost two hours now, and my husband was acting suspicious. I stood near the bar nursing a glass of whiskey while watching him laugh with my mother but every thirty seconds Tyler glanced in my direction, then looked away with a smile

Tyler's POVI just experienced the happiest moment of my life.For years I had been the one nobody really saw, the one who never quite fit anywhere, but tonight the universe finally seemed to be shifting in my favour. I had a family that wanted me just as much as I wanted them. I had Quin. And Quin had said yes.His reaction had been worth every single hour of planning, every nervous second, every secret I had kept from him. The look on his face when he saw the ring, the way he laughed and then cried, the way he kissed me in front of everyone—it was better than anything I had imagined. It was the best.After carrying me into our bedroom, he placed me gently on the bed. The door closed behind us with a soft click. The party noise faded into the distance. Quin leaned down and captured my lips with his.The kiss started slow and deep. His mouth was warm and familiar. He tasted like the champagne we had been drinking. I melted into it, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the solid strengt

Tyler's POVNo. No. No.This isn't happening.My hand tightened around my phone as I stared at the screen. Not reachable. Again. I pressed call. The same result. My pulse pounded harder in my ears.Around me, people laughed and talked as if the world hadn’t just tilted beneath my feet. Music drifted through the market. Someone nearby was arguing over the price of handmade bracelets. Everything looked normal. But Quin was gone. And nothing about that was normal.I swallowed hard. Maybe his phone died. Maybe he found someone he knew. Maybe... Enough with the maybes Tyler, I scolded myself.Quin wouldn’t disappear without telling me. Not tonight. Not after everything.A cold knot settled in my stomach. I tried calling again. Nothing. The knot tightened. I could feel panic trying to claw its way into my chest. Not again. Please not again. I forced myself to inhale. Then exhale. Think. Panic wouldn’t help Quin. Panic wouldn’t help me."Come on, think Tyler."My thumb immediately found Jake

Tyler's POVWhen I opened my eyes I was hoping to see the inside of a Warehouse or an abandoned building, but it was quite the opposite.The room looked too beautiful to be where a kidnapped victim should be.My face still stung from where Lucas had slapped me. The bastard had actually looked pleased with himself after doing it.Across the room, Quin looked ready to commit murder. Honestly I felt the same way.The room fell into an uneasy silence after Quin told him to get therapy. For a few seconds nobody spoke. Lucas laughed first—a low, humorless laugh. Whenever he looked like he was about to give up he'd do something stupid.“You always did have jokes.”Quin rolled his eyes. “And you always did have issues.”Lucas’s smile twitched. Score one for Quin. Unfortunately, it only seemed to annoy Lucas more. He started pacing again. Back and forth. Like he was trying to convince himself he was calm. The problem was that crazy people never looked crazier than when they were trying to look

Tyler's POVThe pain in my shoulder was becoming unbearable.I stared at the ropes around my wrists and wondered if I had finally lost my mind. Maybe I had. Because the only thing keeping me from screaming was the thought of Quin sitting only a few feet away from me. He was still tied to the chair. Still trapped. And I was done sitting there doing nothing.I shifted carefully, trying not to put too much pressure on my injured shoulder. Pain shot through my body anyway, making my teeth clench.Quin immediately noticed. “Tyler.” I looked at him. “Stop.”“I’m fine.”“You’re not fine.”“I will be.”His eyebrows pulled together. “ Stop moving before you make it worse.”I almost laughed. Even tied to a chair and held hostage, Quin was still trying to boss me around. “I need to get us out of here.”“We will.”“When?”He didn’t answer, because obviously there was no answer.I looked down at the ropes again. They had loosened when I smashed the chair against the wall. Not enough to pull my han