All Chapters of MY FAKE BOYFRIEND MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I don’t attend weddings. Not unless there is a very good reason.Tonight, unfortunately, there was one.The Rosewood ballroom was filled with everything I usually avoided—too much perfume, heavy makeup, loud laughter, and fake smiles that barely hid people’s true intentions. Crystal chandeliers glowed above the crowd, reflecting light across polished marble floors and gold-trimmed walls.To most people, the place probably looked beautiful.To me, it looked excessive.Money trying too hard to prove itself.I adjusted the cuff of my suit and glanced around the room again, already calculating how long I needed to stay before I could leave without offending anyone important.Five minutes. Ten at most.Just as I decided to step toward the outer hallway to escape the conversations forming around me, someone grabbed my arm.There was no greeting. No hesitation.Just slim fingers curling around my sleeve as if it was the most natural thing in the world.“You’re late.”I looked down.She was b

The applause slowly faded as Mark and Lucia finished their first dance. Guests began returning to their tables, and the band shifted to softer music while waiters moved through the room with trays of food and champagne. I sat beside Adrian, trying to look calm even though my mind was still racing. Everything tonight had gone differently than I planned. Too many eyes had been on us during the dance earlier, and Mark had definitely noticed. I could feel it every time I looked up. His attention kept drifting back to our table. I reached for my glass of water. “You look like you’re preparing for battle,” Adrian said quietly. I glanced at him. “Maybe I am.” He leaned back in his chair, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just spent the evening pretending to be a stranger’s boyfriend. “You’re doing fine,” he added. “That’s easy for you to say.” Before he could reply, someone approached our table. Of course. Cassy. She pulled out the empty chair across from us without e

The drive back from the Rosewood Hotel seemed to stretch, an eternity of pavement and passing scenery. Ariana sat by the window, her arms crossed, watching Ford City lights pass her by. The world outside appeared as it always did: pedestrians, traffic, the flickering glow of neon. But inside her, nothing felt right. Her thoughts cycled through the same images, a relentless loop that felt like a jammed projector. Lucia’s fake smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Mark’s stunned expression that quickly shifted into suspicion. The way everyone in that room had slowly turned their attention to Adrian… like he had quietly taken control of the entire atmosphere without even trying. And Adrian. She glanced at him again. He was sitting beside her like none of it mattered. One arm resting on the door, posture relaxed, face calm. He was looking out the window like he wasn’t just involved in one of the most humiliating nights of her life. That calmness annoyed her more than anything else.

Ariana didn’t expect him to come so quickly. She had barely put her phone down the night before when she sent the message, and now, less than twenty-four hours later, she was standing in her apartment staring at the door like it had personally offended her. The knock came once. Firm. Controlled. Unhurried. Her heart skipped, and she hated that it did. Ariana walked to the door, trying to keep her expression neutral before pulling it open. Adrian stood there. Exactly as composed as she remembered. Tailored suit. Calm eyes. That same quiet presence that made everything around him feel… smaller. Like he was used to walking into rooms and owning them without trying. “You move fast,” she said, crossing her arms lightly. “You asked for an extension,” he replied. “I prefer to handle things immediately.” Of course he did. Ariana stepped aside. “Come in.” He walked in without hesitation, his gaze sweeping the apartment once—not judgmental, just observant. Like he was memorizing

Ariana woke up later than usual, not because she was lazy, but because sleep had started to feel like the only place where nothing demanded anything from her. For a few seconds after opening her eyes, she stayed still, staring at the ceiling as if it might explain how her life had shifted so quickly into something unfamiliar. The apartment was quiet. Not empty, not anymore. There was always a sense now that something had changed in the air since Adrian Sterling walked into her life and refused to leave it in the way she expected. She sat up slowly and reached for her phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up with a few notifications—none urgent, none from work that required immediate attention. That in itself was normal for her. Ariana worked in marketing, but not in a rigid corporate structure. Her job was flexible, based on contracts and projects that came and went. She was currently on leave between assignments, a gap period that gave her both income stability and time to b