Fake Dating With Benefits｜my Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

-Good day, My name is Henry. I am part of a very wealthy family believe it or not and stand the chance to be the heir of a very large fortune worth millions of dollars. The only thing standing between my trust fund and I is marriage. That’s where you come in. Most women that I encounter are after my money and would use whatever tricks up their sleeve to maximize off of pretending to love me, that’s why I would rather have a fake marriage with someone that I know is after my money from the word go. Of course you would be compensated handsomely for your participation and the marriage would be for only five years while I gain access to my trust fund. The amount of money that you would get would

He asked, I stared into the space for a while before nodding in affirmation. “So would she like to date you?” He interrogated. “I…I hope so” If only he knew that there’s more attached to it. “You really think there’s no girl that wouldn’t date a billionaire because of his wealth?” “Rita is just different. I.. I don’t know her too well though. I want her, I’m really in love with her” I replied. “ I have an idea Finn” Finn smirked; “ What idea?” “I can help you create an anonymous account, fake your identity, pretend like a poor man trying to find true love” He suddenly paused. “Oh geez Finn, Love station could have been the best place for you to do this, now it’s late”

"Heard he rejected you, so now you’re acting out. But if you marry me, I’ll treat you like a queen. You won’t lack anything, I promise." Alina took a sharp breath, clearly irritated. “Don’t you get it?” she said coldly. “The only reason I didn’t mention my husband’s name was to protect your pathetic little company the embarrassment. That money you keep bragging about? It could disappear with one phone call.” Ben laughed harshly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Didn’t take you for the type to bluff. Do you even know who backs the Wilsons?" he sneered. "The Blackwoods, honey. Tomorrow I sign the biggest contract of my life with them. Once that happens, you’ll regret playing hard to get. But

He looked like he was dead serious but personally, I had no idea what to answer, or what action to take. So I told him, "Good idea, I guess. I am not interested, though." As I made to stand up, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back on my seat. I turned to him in annoyance. He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes filled with guilt as he said, "Okay, okay fine. I have another reason why I want to date you… fake dating, that is. I'm getting pressured to get married by everyone, and a lot is at stake already. I am not really interested in the company. After I get what I want, I plan to sell it off. But if you agree to fake date me for a period of time… not sure the down yet, I will give the c

“I’ve loved reading since I was a kid. Lily won’t be surprised if I tell her I’ve fallen for a hot librarian.” “Hot?” I felt myself blush. Ethan winked at me and took another sip of his beer. I could feel my face growing warm. “All I’m saying is Lily won’t be surprised if I’m dating someone who works at a library.” He said, sitting forward again. I laughed to myself and took another sip from my beer. The sound of pretending to date each other started to sound fun to me. But I still had my reservations. “So how’d you become a billionaire, anyway?” I changed the subject. “What are you, twenty-five?”

On one side, Audrey wrestles with her strong feelings for Kalix, while on the other, Paul is offering her a future together. Her friends, offering their advice, urge her to choose Paul and let go of Kalix. But Audrey's mind wanders in the opposite direction, fixated on Kalix Ashford and no one else. His presence consumes her thoughts, blurring the lines of reason and desire. Seeking distraction, Audrey grabs her phone and absentmindedly scrolls through I*******m. The pinned post catches her eye, and her heart sinks as she sees the breaking news: Natalie Wilson, the famous artist, posing alongside her fiancé, Kalix Ashford, the handsome billionaire. The image serves as a harsh reality check,

I knew this was wrong yet it excited me that he hadn't given up on pursuing me. Maybe it was the thrill of having a handsome billionaire bachelor stalk me like his prey, it was intoxicating. It was vile, yet I wanted more. I bit my lip as I felt a surge of defiance. "I'm here for a job, Adrian. Not for whatever twisted game you're playing." He chuckled softly, the sound cold and calculated. "Oh, Stella, this isn't a game. This is your reality now. And as your potential employer, I'd say you're in no position to argue."

“You said YES? To the human embodiment of a stock market crash?” I buried my face in my hands. “I didn’t plan it. He offered—connections, opportunities, security. For us. And I thought of rent, tuition, groceries, all of it, and—” Maya slapped her knee dramatically. “This is literally fanfiction. Fake dating the billionaire boss? I’ve read this trope a hundred times!” “This isn’t a trope, it’s my life!” She snorted. “Same thing.” But then her humor faded, her expression turning sharp.

“Just three months. Strictly business. No strings attached, no assumptions, no physical contact except when necessary.” “As you please,” he didn't flinch. He dropped his tablet, stood up, and walked towards the drawer right beside his desk, and pulled out a thick brown folder, which I assumed to be the contract. “Here’s it, go through and sign at the bottom corner. You'll receive monthly compensation, and when it's over, I'll fulfill my end of the bargain.” I collected and scanned through it. “This is insane,” I muttered. I can't believe I'm about to agree to be a fake fiancée. Not just to anyone but to a billionaire — one of the richest and most influential men in Ravelle.

I grip the steering wheel and remind myself to stay cool. She’s nothing. A means to an end. A soft, pretty, chaos gremlin of a means. “So…” she says, glancing at me. “You fake-date a lot?” I smirk. “You jealous already?” “No. Just wondering if this is your side hustle.” I snort. “If this were professional, you’d be signing an NDA and pretending we met on a mountain in Italy.” She perks up. “Italy? Can we change the backstory to that?”