All Chapters of MY FAKE BOYFRIEND MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I paced back and forth in the outer room of the Rosewood Hotel’s ballroom, the most luxurious place in the city, trying to convince myself this was a good idea. Hiring an actor to be my boyfriend for the day wasn’t a bad thing, although ridiculous, but I didn’t have any other option. My ex-boyfriend was getting married to my fake best friend of all people. So yeah, I just experienced the "scumbag boyfriend and the fake bestie" novel/drama saga, except it isn’t a novel or drama, but my own life. Alas, there isn't anything else I can do. I originally planned to ignore them, because who hadn't made poor judgment in their youth? Also, I couldn’t because Lucia made a point to call me to invite me, but I didn’t pick up. Then she resorted to inviting me again during the class reunion, embarrassing me in front of my previous classmates. Honestly, as my previous best friend, she knew what to say to make me abandon all reasoning. So, in the heat of the moment, I agreed to make an appearance

The ceremony started, and I tried my best to stay composed. Weddings were never my scene, and tonight felt worse because of the circus surrounding me. My arm was linked with Adrian’s, and I had to remind myself repeatedly: act natural. Act like he wasn’t a hired stranger, act like you weren’t seething every time Mark smiled at someone else, act like you didn’t want to storm out. Adrian moved with ease, offered polite smiles to the guests who stared, and nodded when someone complimented him, all without looking stiff or fake. I didn’t know whether to be grateful or irritated at how good he was at this. I scanned the crowd. Cassy was lurking somewhere near, plotting her snarky remarks. And then there was Lucia, glowing in her dress, laughing at things I couldn’t hear, smiling like she’d never done anything cruel. The memory of what I had walked in on—Mark and her—burned in my chest, and I clenched my jaw. Adrian leaned slightly toward me. “You okay?” I nodded, trying to hide the sh

The music ended a moment later, and polite applause rippled across the dance floor as couples began stepping away. Adrian didn’t let go of my hand immediately as we walked toward the side of the room.I reached for a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.“You’re getting comfortable,” Adrian observed, his voice low, teasing.“Shouldn’t I?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.“You hired me to look convincing.”“That’s true,” I admitted.He leaned slightly closer. “And I’m doing an excellent job.”“Don’t get arrogant,” I murmured, trying to hide the small smile tugging at my lips.“I prefer confident,” he replied smoothly.Before I could respond, someone approached us again.Cassy.Certainly.She stopped in front of us, holding her champagne glass like she had just uncovered the most scandalous story of the night.“Ariana,” she said slowly, tilting her head as if savoring every word. “You’ve been holding out on us.”“I have not,” I said, forcing my voice to remain even.“You definitely have

Ariana woke up to her phone buzzing again. Not once. Not twice. It kept vibrating on the bedside table until she finally opened her eyes with frustration. She stared at the screen. Cassy. She hesitated for a second, then answered. Before she could even greet her, Cassy’s voice rushed in immediately. “Okay, listen to me very carefully.” Ariana blinked slowly, sitting up. “That’s not how you say good morning.” “This isn’t a good morning situation,” Cassy replied. Ariana rubbed her forehead. “What happened now?” There was a short pause, like Cassy was choosing her words carefully. Then she said it. “It’s Mark.” Ariana’s expression changed slightly. “What about him?” “He’s asking questions.” Ariana frowned. “About what?” “About your boyfriend.” Ariana froze for a second. “My… what?” Cassy didn’t slow down. “The man you showed up with at the wedding. He’s trying to figure out who he is.” Ariana sat up straighter now. “He thinks he’s fake?” Cassy let out a short laugh. “