All Chapters of The Billoniare's Fake Husband : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Quin's POVTyler came home smiling like someone who had won a medal.His session with Grace must have gone well I guess or he was just happy. Cooper was going crazy waiting for Tyler. He had been sitting in front of the door for about five minutes now, which I knew because I had watched him migrate from his bed to the kitchen to the hallway to directly in front of the door with the focused determination of a puppy who had decided Tyler's return was the most important scheduled event of the day.The moment the door opened Cooper lost his mind entirely.He launched himself at Tyler with the full force of his small body, front paws hitting Tyler's knees, tail moving so fast it was functionally a blur, making a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a bark and something that had no name but communicated extreme emotion clearly.The dog seems to be more excited to see Tyler than to sit with me at home. Which of course I don't mind."Hey," Tyler said, crouching immediately. "Hey, hey,

Tyler's POV“Oh come on.” Quin’s voice came out low and frustrated as he moved his hips in slow circles under me. The friction made my breath catch for a second.“I thought you said you could wait until after the wedding,” I said, trying to sound as serious as I could. It was hard when he was looking up at me like that.“Two weeks is a long time.” He shifted again, deliberate. “Can’t you feel how hard I am? I won’t last that long.”I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. He’d been using the same line for about a month now, ever since we’d agreed—no sex until the wedding night. And every single time I ended up giving in.“Fine,” I said. “But this will be the last time.”Quin smiled like he’d already won. He always did.I slid down his body, settling on my knees between his legs. The living room was quiet except for the soft sound of our breathing. Before I did anything else, I glanced around quickly, checking the hallway and the corners of the room.No Cooper.Good. I didn’t need ou

Tyler's POVOne week laterThe bachelor party was all Jake's idea.Which meant it was well organized, slightly chaotic in ways that felt intentional, and ended with four grown men sitting on the floor of a hotel suite at two in the morning eating room service and arguing about nothing important.Dylan had arranged the drinks. That was the part nobody had fully accounted for.Dylan approached cocktails the way he approached everything, with research and enthusiasm and a complete absence of half measures. By midnight we were already half wasted.Cooper and Atlas were at Dylan's apartment being watched by Dylan's neighbor who had been bribed with the promise of a home cooked meal.We had no such supervision.At some point someone suggested a toast and we toasted. Then someone suggested another toast and we toasted again. The specific content of the later toasts became increasingly abstract. At one point Jake stood up and said something about loyalty and the long version of it that I only

Tyler's POVFive Months LaterBy the time we reached Italy, I was convinced my husband had secretly been training for this trip his entire life.We have visited eight different countries in 5 months of getting married. All for what? Just to tick every box of Quin's Dream countries to have sex. I was convinced I married a psycho.Most people spent years planning something like that. Quin had somehow managed to turn it into a five-month honeymoon without once looking stressed. I, meanwhile, had lost count of how many airports we’d walked through.“You’re staring at me.”Quin was sitting across from me on the balcony of our hotel overlooking the Amalfi Coast. The morning sun painted everything gold. The ocean stretched endlessly below us, bright and endless.“I’m trying to figure out how you’re still functioning.”He raised an eyebrow. “We landed yesterday.”“Exactly.”“You slept eleven hours.”“ you know damn well I earned those eleven hours.”A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Quin's POVThe look on Tyler’s face got my attention immediately.Five months of marriage had taught me a lot of things about my husband. One of them was that Tyler only looked like that when something had either gone very wrong or very right. There was rarely any middle ground.I pushed away from the pool wall and swam toward him. He was standing at the edge with his phone in one hand, water still dripping from his hair and shoulders. His eyes were wide.“What happened?” I asked.Tyler looked up. Then he turned the phone around.At first I didn’t understand what I was seeing. A hand with a diamond ring. Then my brain caught up.I grabbed the phone. “What?”Tyler laughed. “Cassie.”The message at the top of the screen read:~SHE SAID YES!!!I blinked. Then I looked again. There was another picture. Mara on one knee while Cassie with both hands covering her mouth, probably crying. The third picture was somehow worse. Cassie had clearly been crying for several minutes. Her mascara was s