My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

Walking on the luxurious carpets along the hotel corridors, Addie's heart beat wildly with excitement and nervousness.

She held tightly in her hand a small but weighty velvet box, inside of which was a pair of platinum cufflinks. Not only was there a special date engraved on the cufflinks, but there was also the exact location where she first met Jennings Hayes at a street corner in Chicago.

She and Jennings' father have just finalized the exact date of their wedding. She deliberately arranged this time to meet with Jennings, just to give him a huge surprise.

She took a deep breath, then pushed open the door of the suite that wasn't completely closed.

"Surprise..." Those two words died on Eddie's lips. Her smile froze, and then completely disappeared.

In the suite, her fiancé Jennings was completely naked, lying underneath a blond woman who was also completely naked. Hearing her voice, the blond woman screamed. But Jennings wasn't worried at all. He simply pulled the bed sheet over the woman, then calmly put on his pants, without showing any signs of shame on his face.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt as though she had fallen into an icy pit.

And then, a surge of white-hot rage flooded Addie's brain. She strode forward and slapped Jennings hard across the face.

"Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Who the hell is this woman?"

Jennings worked his jaw, then let out a weary, condescending smile.

"Addie, how do you expect me to explain this? You drove me to it."

"You're the one who insisted on staying pure until the wedding. I'm a normal man. I have needs. This woman?" He gestured vaguely toward the bed. "She's nothing. A transaction. Money exchanged for physical release. I don't love her. My heart still belongs to you. So really, this arrangement is perfectly fair-for both of us."

Addie had never in her life heard infidelity justified with such revolting eloquence.

"So you feel no guilt at all?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet.

Jennings's smile only widened. "Guilt? You're the one who should feel guilty."

"That pathetic little company of yours would have gone bankrupt years ago without my support. And yet you've been playing the untouchable ice queen, refusing to let me touch you. Did you seriously believe your virginity was worth tens of millions of dollars?"

He leaned back, utterly at ease, making no effort to hide his contempt. Because he knew the truth: if Addie wanted to save her family's company, she had no choice but to marry him.

"Addie, don't make a scene, alright? Our wedding is only days away. You're going to marry me in the end regardless. Why humiliate yourself like this?"

Addie's entire body trembled. She was staggered by the sheer depth of his shamelessness.

She grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand and hurled it directly into his face.

"Go to hell!" she spat, sickened by the sight of that虚伪 face. "I would rather marry some random construction worker off the street than spend one more second with a bastard like you!"

She turned and stormed out of the suite, slamming the door behind her.

The moment she stepped out of the building, a blast of icy wind hit her face, sharp and biting. Only then did she realize her cheeks were already wet with tears.

Outside, a construction crew was working on a section of the sidewalk. Blinded by tears, Addie didn't see the uneven pavement. Her heel caught, and she pitched forward, bracing for the brutal impact of concrete.

But it never came.

"Careful."

A low voice sounded above her. She clutched the stranger's arm instinctively and looked up.

He was young, wearing a dusty work uniform and a yellow hard hat. His clothes were plain and worn, but his features were unexpectedly striking-sharp and well-defined, with dark eyes and a strong jaw. Even in work boots, he was tall, towering over her.

"Thank you," she managed, still gripping his arm.

She was about to stand when that insufferable voice rang out behind her.

"Addie! Already throwing yourself at someone new?"

"Well, well. You really are a woman of your word. You found yourself a construction worker!"

The rage Addie had barely suppressed surged back with a vengeance.

She wiped her tears and straightened up. But instead of letting go of the man's arm, she pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her arm around his in an intimate embrace.

"Jennings," she said, her voice dripping with contempt, "did you actually believe you were the only man in the world? That I'd hang myself over a piece of trash like you?"

"You can keep your mistresses. Why shouldn't I find someone else? You think far too highly of yourself. In my heart, you are absolutely nothing."

And then, without hesitation, Addie planted a kiss right on the construction worker's cheek.

"You see this?" she announced, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear. "I would rather marry him than spend one more minute with a disgusting, cheating bastard like you!"

She laced her fingers through the stranger's, her grip fierce and possessive.

"Come on, darling," she declared, turning her back on her ex-fiancé. "We're going to City Hall. Right now."

It wasn't until they stood before the imposing bronze doors of City Hall that Addie finally paused to take a good look at the man she had essentially "kidnapped."

He was well over six feet tall, dressed in a dusty gray-blue work uniform, his face still smudged with grime from the construction site. But beneath the dirt, a pair of ink-black eyes regarded her with an unsettling steadiness.

Hurley Slate. It was a good, strong name.

A wave of regret washed over her. "I dragged you here to get married. Why didn't you put up a fight?"

Hurley looked at her with an expression of genuine disbelief. "I'm the victim here, aren't I? You physically pulled me away from my job. I just lost half a month's wages for walking off site without permission. I haven't blamed you for anything, and now you're blaming me?"

Guilt hit Addie immediately. She rifled through her bag, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and pressed it toward him, her voice carrying a note of pleading. "I'll pay you back for the lost wages. Could you please... just go through with this? Marry me?"

Hurley glanced at the money in her hand but made no move to take it.

"Getting married-that was your decision alone. But divorce? That takes two people." His voice was level, but there was an edge beneath it. "I've never even held a girl's hand before. Now, out of nowhere, I'm about to become a divorced man. Who am I supposed to complain to about that?"

What he didn't say aloud was what truly made the situation absurd.

Here he was-the shadow ruler of Chicago's financial underworld, the man behind the Vanguard empire, and he had been spending a few weeks undercover on a construction site, quietly investigating safety violations and substandard materials, only to be ambushed into marriage by a complete stranger.

Of all the things that could have happened during this undercover operation, this was not on the list.

But Addie wasn't listening to his complaints. Her mind was already racing ahead to the consequences of what she had done.

She had torn up her relationship with Jennings in the most public, humiliating way possible. There was no going back. And Jennings, vindictive, controlling Jennings, would absolutely use their broken engagement as a weapon against her. He would twist the story. He would make her the villain. And her parents...

Her stomach tightened. Her parents trusted Jennings completely. Her family's company, Sterling & Associates, had been propped up by Hayes Corp funding for so long that it had become entirely dependent on him. Even if she told them the truth, even if she showed them proof of his infidelity, they might still side with him.

The business came first. It always had.

A marriage certificate. That was her shield. A legal, binding document that would make her completely and irrevocably unavailable.

Jennings couldn't drag her back into a wedding if she was already someone else's wife.

She was still frowning, lost in thought, when the man's voice sounded above her again.

"Still," he said, his tone shifting. "Maybe we can give it a try."

Before she could react, he took her hand in his, his grip warm and calloused and surprisingly gentle, and began leading her up the wide stone steps toward the entrance.

"We're both first-timers at this," he said, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Let's figure it out as we go."

Addie stared at their intertwined fingers, then up at his profile. Something about the quiet confidence in his voice made her pulse skip.

After obtaining the marriage certificate, Addie brought Hurley back to her apartment.

She had learned that he'd been sleeping in the construction crew's shared dormitory.

A cramped, noisy space with bunk beds and thin walls. The thought of it hadn't sat right with her. After everything she'd dragged him into, the least she could do was offer him a place to crash for the night.

"Go take a shower," she said as she kicked off her heels by the door, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. "There should be some clean T-shirts in the bathroom. They'll be big enough to fit you."

"Thanks." Hurley disappeared into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water filled the apartment.

Addie sank onto the sofa, letting her head fall back against the cushions. Her feet ached. Her head throbbed. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a film reel she couldn't stop.

Her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. Laura.

"Addie." Laura's voice was tense but controlled. "Hayes Corp just sent the formal notice. They're freezing all funding, effective immediately. The bridge loan, the credit lines-everything's suspended."

Addie's jaw tightened. The bastard hadn't even waited a full day.

"Then let him do what he wants," she said, her voice clipped. "From this point forward, Hayes Corp and Sterling have no relationship whatsoever. I'll accelerate the search for new investors."

"But without their funding, our active projects will have to pause immediately. A day or two we could manage, but if this drags on..."

"I know." Addie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Give me one week. I'll give the shareholders an answer."

She ended the call and let out a long, slow breath.

One week. Could she find a new investor in one week?

She was still new to this world, new to running a company, new to the brutal politics of Chicago's business circles. She didn't have deep connections. And if Jennings used his influence to blacklist her, Sterling wouldn't stand a chance.

Over the years, Jennings had positioned himself as her company's savior. But the truth was far uglier. His "investment" had slowly, methodically turned Sterling into a subsidiary of Hayes Corp in everything but name. Now, without his funding, the company could barely function on its own.

That was why he had spoken to her with such arrogance. That was why he believed she would come crawling back.

The thought made her blood simmer. She would prove him wrong. Somehow.

Her phone rang again.

This time, the caller ID made her stomach clench. Her father.

She pressed answer. Before she could even get out a greeting, his voice exploded through the speaker.

"Adelaide!" Her father's voice was a thunderclap, even through the tiny speaker. "Look at what you've done! You went to Jennings's hotel and humiliated him in public! And then you were even seen clinging to some construction worker on the street?"

"Dad..."

"Come home tomorrow! I want you to explain yourself to Jennings in person!"

Before Addie could get another word out, the line went dead.

She stared at the phone, her grip tightening around it until her knuckles went white. Jennings had gotten to him first. Of course he had. Spinning his version, twisting the story, making himself the victim.

The bathroom door opened.

Hurley stepped out, a towel slung around his neck. He had pulled on one of her old T-shirts-soft pink, faded, with a ridiculous cartoon duck printed across the front. On him, the fabric was stretched tight across his shoulders and chest, the muscles beneath clearly outlined. The hem rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of his stomach.

Addie took one look at him, the weight of the phone call still sat heavy on her chest. The laughter died before it reached her lips.

"Hurley," she said. "Are you working tomorrow? At the construction site?"

"Do you need me for something?"

She hesitated. She barely knew this man. What she was about to ask felt absurd.

"If you're free tomorrow," she said, "I need to go to my parents' house. To tell them about us. About the marriage."

The corner of his mouth lifted. Not a trace of hesitation.

"No problem."

Addie blinked. She had braced herself for questions, for reluctance, for a negotiation. Instead, he had agreed as easily as if she'd asked him to pass the salt.

"Thank you."

One problem solved. And then, immediately, another presented itself.

Her apartment was designed for one person. One bedroom. The second bedroom had been converted into her home office months ago, filled with whiteboards, monitors, and stacks of paperwork. That left exactly one bed.

They both looked at it at the same time.

"We're married, aren't we?" Hurley said, his voice casual. He settled onto the edge of the bed and patted the mattress beside him, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his face. "Come on. What's there to be shy about? We'll end up sharing a bed eventually."

Heat crawled up Addie's neck, flooding her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. She must have looked like a tomato. A fully ripened, utterly mortified tomato.

And then Hurley laughed.

"Relax." He stood up, still smiling. "I'm not going to do anything. Not without feelings behind it. Not until you actually want me to."

He turned and walked toward the door. "I'll take the sofa. You sleep in here. Properly. With the door closed."

She watched him go, her heart still hammering against her ribs for reasons she didn't want to examine too closely.

The next morning, Addie took Hurley to get a well-fitted suit, then drove toward her childhood home-the place that had never quite felt like home.

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as the wrought-iron gates came into view.

Whatever was waiting for her behind those gates, she was ready.

She wasn't walking in alone.