My Fake Husband Is A Secret Billionaire
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
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Chapter 5
Veronica swung her arm forward with vicious force. The iced water flew out of the heavy glass, a freezing arc aimed directly at Clara's face.
Clara instinctively squeezed her eyes shut. She raised her arms, bracing for the humiliating impact, her stomach clenching in anticipation of the cold shock.
It never came.
A tall, broad figure suddenly stepped directly into her personal space, completely eclipsing her. The scent of expensive cedarwood and rain filled Clara's senses.
The iced water splashed violently against the back of Caspian Sterling's bespoke charcoal suit jacket. The ice cubes clattered onto the marble floor.
Clara opened her eyes. She found herself staring at the broad, solid back of the man who had just taken the hit for her. Her breath hitched.
Caspian slowly turned his head. His cold, piercing gaze locked onto Veronica. The temperature in the lobby seemed to drop ten degrees. His eyes were dead, predatory, and completely devoid of mercy.
Veronica gasped audibly. She took a stumbling step backward, the empty glass slipping from her fingers and shattering on the floor. She was instantly intimidated by the sheer, freezing authority radiating from the stranger.
Leo stepped forward, trying to act tough to impress Veronica. He puffed out his chest. "Hey! Who the hell do you think you are, stepping in like that?"
Caspian ignored Leo entirely. He didn't even blink in his direction. Caspian reached into his pocket, pulled out a pristine white silk handkerchief, and calmly wiped a single drop of water from his sharp jawline.
He looked down at Clara. The terrifying coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a low, surprisingly gentle intensity.
"Are you hurt?" Caspian asked, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in Clara's chest.
Clara shook her head rapidly, staring at him in absolute shock. It was her contract husband.
Veronica sneered, her false bravado returning as she looked at Caspian's damp jacket. "Oh, I get it. Is this the cheap sugar daddy you found, Clara? The one paying for your Ubers?"
Caspian's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't speak to Veronica. He simply glanced over his shoulder at Arthur Price, who was standing silently near the entrance.
Caspian gave Arthur an almost imperceptible nod.
Arthur immediately tapped his smartwatch, sending a silent, high-priority alert directly to the restaurant's general manager.
Leo smirked, emboldened by Veronica's insult. "You just ruined a nice suit for a woman who isn't worth a dime, buddy."
Clara stepped out from behind Caspian, her anger flaring hot and bright. She pointed at Leo. "You're the one who isn't worth a dime, Leo! I paid your rent! I bought your audition clothes! I covered your car payments for three years while you sat on the couch!"
The surrounding wealthy patrons in the lobby stopped pretending not to listen. They began to whisper, casting looks of evident disgust at Leo.
Leo's face turned crimson. Humiliation twisted his features into something ugly. He stepped toward Clara aggressively, raising his hand as if to grab her shoulder.
Caspian moved with terrifying, lightning speed.
His large hand shot out, gripping Leo's wrist mid-air. Caspian's fingers locked around the bone like a steel vice.
Leo winces, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his lips. He tried to yank his arm back, but Caspian's grip was immovable.
"If you move your hand another inch," Caspian informed Leo coldly, his voice barely above a whisper, "I will break it."
Before Leo could respond, Rick Miller, the restaurant's floor manager, hurried into the lobby. Rick was pressing a finger to his earpiece, his face pale. He had just received strict, terrifying orders from the property group's owner to immediately remove the couple causing trouble for "Mr. Sterling."
Rick approached the group rapidly, flanked by two burly, unsmiling security guards.
Veronica smiled smugly, crossing her arms. She looked at Rick. "Rick, thank god. Throw Clara and her little driver out of here. They are harassing us."
Rick completely ignored Veronica. He stepped past her, turning respectfully toward Caspian. Rick bowed his head slightly, his posture submissive.
"Mr. Sterling, I apologize profoundly for the disturbance. We were not aware of your presence," Rick said, his voice trembling slightly. "How would you like the situation handled?"
Caspian released Leo's wrist, shoving the younger man backward with enough force to make him stumble.
Caspian adjusted his cuffs, his eyes fixed on Leo and Veronica.
"Take out the trash," Caspian commanded.
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9.4
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
9.7
Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail.
Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty.
Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.
8.1
Desperate for a way out of rejection and poverty, Pearl Augustine accepts a nanny job with an outrageous salary-working for billionaire Ace Warren. What she doesn't expect is his daughter.
Mia Warren is spoiled, sharp-tongued, and feared by everyone in the mansion. Behind her cruelty is a lonely child longing for a mother. As Pearl becomes the only one who can reach her, walls begin to fall-especially those around Ace, a grieving man hiding behind wealth and control.
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Sometimes, healing begins where you least expect it.
7.1
For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big.
On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe."
Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero."
Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends.
"She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy."
Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder.
I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number.
"Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."
7.6
Overnight, Ella lost her family, her home, and her entire life. Discarded by the foster system, she was left shivering in the freezing mud outside her ruined estate.
That was when Javier Shepherd appeared. The terrifyingly cold, powerful billionaire pulled her from the dirt, threw her into a massive glass penthouse, handed her an unlimited black card, and vanished overseas, leaving her in the hands of a cruel caretaker.
The caretaker treated Ella like garbage, feeding her cheap, processed meals while using the black card to buy designer bags. The toxic food triggered a severe allergic reaction. Ella collapsed in the dark hallway, her throat swelling shut, gasping for air while the caretaker locked the door and turned up the TV. She almost died on that cold hardwood floor.
When Javier found out, he ruthlessly destroyed the caretaker and sent her to prison. He guarded Ella's hospital bed with terrifying intensity and even moved into her apartment to stop her panic attacks. Yet, when Ella finally broke down crying over her dead parents, his eyes turned to ice.
"Losing emotional control over a juvenile past is an inefficient waste of energy."
He sneered, treating her grief like a bad financial investment. Ella was completely bewildered. Why did this dangerous man protect her so fiercely, yet hate her past so deeply?
It wasn't until his cousin visited the hospital that the cruel truth was revealed. Javier wasn't saving her out of kindness. He had been obsessed with Ella's mother—his family's adopted daughter who ran away years ago. To him, Ella wasn't a person to be loved. She was just a replacement asset, a ghost of the woman he never got over.