All Chapters of The Billoniare's Fake Husband : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Quin's POVI woke up before Tyler which felt like a win. For the past few days it was the opposite.But this morning his breathing was slow and even beside me. The pain medication was taking a toll on him. The doctor had prescribed it after his shoulder injury. It helped him sleep, which was good. The problem was that it gave him an excuse to sleep even more.I rolled onto my side and studied him. His hair was a complete mess, sticking up in every direction. His mouth was slightly open. One arm was tucked beneath the pillow. The sling was still carefully wrapped around his injured shoulder. A faint bruise remained visible near his jaw. And despite everything, he was still the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.I reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. He immediately frowned in his sleep.“Five more minutes.”I smiled. “You’re asleep.”“Still five more minutes.”I laughed quietly. He wasn’t even awake. For a moment I simply just watched him. The past week replaye

Tyler's POV Cooper was gone. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The leash dangled uselessly from my hand as I spun around, scanning every inch of the park I couldn't find him. No golden fur, no wagging tail and no puppy. My heart started hammering so hard it felt painful. “Cooper!” Several people glanced toward me. I ignored them. My eyes darted everywhere, Every possible direction a three-month-old golden retriever could have wandered off to. Nothing. “Oh God.” My stomach dropped. How long had I been texting Cassie? Two minutes? Three? Five? How long had I not been paying attention? Panic surged through me. My phone buzzed again. I checked it ,panicking thinking it was Quin. ~Cassie: Tyler? ~Cassie:Why did you stop replying? ~Cassie: Tyler? I shoved the phone into my pocket. Not now. Cooper was missing, Quin’s puppy was missing. Our puppy was missing. My legs moved before my brain could catch up. I hurried down the pathway. “Cooper! Baby where are you?” A woman pushing a s

Quin's POV Lucas was dead. I sat with that information for a long time after the call ended. Longer than I expected to. The room was quiet except for the sound of Cooper constantly shifting in Tyler's lap. Tyler hadn't said anything either. We just sat there, holding onto each other's hands. Suicide, Jake had said. I turned the word over in my head. Suicide. The end Lucas had chosen for himself in a small cell somewhere while the rest of the world continued operating without any awareness of him. It felt anticlimactic in a way that was difficult to articulate. Not disappointing exactly. Just small. After everything he had done, the ending had been quiet and private and entirely his own. I had wanted him to suffer. I could admit that. I had wanted him to face something that matched the scale of what he had done. A trial. Consequences that were public and documented and proportionate. Something that acknowledged the specific damage he had caused rather than simply removing him fro

Tyler's POVThe gunshot was the loudest thing I had ever heard in my life.It wasn’t like the movies. It didn’t echo dramatically or fade into some cinematic silence. It was just sudden and enormous and wrong in a way that made my entire body seize up before my brain could catch up with what had happened. The sound hit the walls and came back at me from every direction at once, and for a few seconds I couldn’t move or breathe or think anything coherent at all.Then Cooper started barking.Loud and frantic and without any of the hesitation he had shown a moment before. His voice filled the hallway and broke through whatever had frozen me in place, and suddenly I was moving.My eyes found Quin first.I crossed the hallway in three steps and grabbed him. Both hands on his face, his arms, his chest, looking and searching. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely feel what I was touching.“Are you hurt?” My voice came out unrecognizable. “Quin. Are you hurt?”He opened his mouth. Then

Tyler's POVDylan is a perfect example of “don't judge a book by its cover”.The hotel he picked alone told me a lot about him that I wouldn't think about if I saw him outside. It wasn't the kind of place that announced itself loudly. No valet line stretching around the block, no lighting designed to make everyone look like they were being photographed. Just a quiet corner restaurant in the west village with good wine and a menu that was ambitious without being ridiculous and tables spaced far enough apart that you could have an actual conversation.Jake would never have chosen this on his own. Jake's idea of a good restaurant was any place where the food arrived quickly and nobody recognized him.Dylan had done his research.We arrived first. Quin and I were shown to the table and had been sitting for about four to five minutes before Quin said, without looking up from his menu, "You already texted Dylan to tell him we arrived.""I did not."He looked at me."I texted to say we were