The Billionaire's Bride: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Nikki Chase

  “I told you, I won’t let anyone take you away from me. I promise you,” I say.

  “But that’s not what the lady said,” Penny protests.

  “The interviewer lady?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you believe her, or do you believe me?” I ask.

  “You,” Penny answers in a flat tone, a sign that she’s just saying whatever I want her to say.

  “Penny, look at me.” I level my gaze at her. “Did Megan put you up to this?”

  “No,” Penny answers quickly. “Megan doesn’t have anything to do with it. I came up with it all on my own.”

  “And you must think you’re so smart for having come up with it.” I rub my temple. A vein is popping up and throbbing. Casting a glance at Megan, I say, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you. I had to at least ask the question.”

  “I understand, Mr. Hunter. Again, I apologize for not handling the situation better. I didn’t expect something like that to happen.”

  I nod.

  For what it’s worth, Megan genuinely looks shaken. It’s probably unfair to accuse her for being the mastermind of whatever fucking PR disaster just happened.

  She wouldn’t have been able to come up with that kind of a plan spontaneously. A stranger like Megan would never be able to coax Penny into doing her bidding. Hell, I have trouble telling her to do the things she’s supposed to do anyway.

  My girl is way too stubborn to just follow someone’s crazy plan.

  Coming up with her own crazy plan, though? Penny’s perfectly capable of that.

  “It’s not your fault, Megan. Don’t worry about it,” I say.

  Megan seems to relax a little. Her breathing grows slower and more regular as her muscles loosen up.

  Considering what has just happened, she’s handling it relatively calmly. At least she didn’t freak out and deny Penny’s story in front of the interviewer—that would’ve been worse.

  I’m glad Eliza was here to help me get through that shit show. I was ready to tell Melanie to leave my office as soon as Penny mentioned the words “new mom.”

  But Eliza gave me a look that told me she had it covered, and she managed to send the journalist away without giving her any more information.

  To these vultures, it doesn’t matter what the truth is. All that matters is what would sell more copies of their dumb magazines.

  In the past, I used to handle media inquiries myself. That didn’t go so well. So now, I’ve learned to stay quiet. Whenever I get too worked up, I step back and let Eliza deal with it.

  There’s a reason why I pay her top dollar, and that’s because she’s better at her job than I am. The only reason why I’ve managed to climb to the top is because I hire experts like Eliza and let them work as I continue to focus on the big picture.

  I get up and go to my desk to pick up the phone. I press the shortcut button to call the legal department. “Lana, my office, please,” I say.

  “Yes, Ethan,” she answers from the other end of the line.

  I like having this system in place, where I can immediately reach my employees at a moment’s notice. It’s only a few key people, like the heads of departments and my personal assistant. They know they should come as soon as I need them. Their main concern should be to keep me, their employer, happy.

  I take deep breaths and consider the circumstances as I get back to the couch. The news that Penny has a new mom would probably be a good thing if it were true, considering the media likes to attack the fact that I’m a single dad and I’m keeping Penny away from her mother.

  Even the courts prefer to give custody to the partnered ex-spouse. It’s only thanks to my team of lawyers that I’ve managed to take Penny back, even though her mom had a husband at the time of the custody battle.

  But as soon as it’s revealed that I’m still a single dad and it’s all just a lie, we’re screwed.

  I’d be hit with accusations of putting ideas in Penny’s head, introducing a strange woman as her new mom, and generally failing to provide stability for her. All these things would apply, even if we managed to convince them that Megan and I were actually dating at some point.

  “What just happened?” Eliza asks as she marches back into the office. “We didn’t plan to do that. I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered your marriage if you had mentioned it, Ethan.”

  “Please stop shouting, Eliza. My head already hurts.” massage my temple. “I didn’t plan to do that either. There’s no marriage.”

  “Well, as your spokesperson, I should’ve been notified as well if you get into a serious relationship, especially when you know it could affect—”

  “Eliza,” I cut her off. “There’s no relationship, engagement, or marriage. There’s nothing between Megan and me. We’re just employer and assistant. That’s all.”

  “Oh,” Eliza goes quiet. “Then… Then why did you do that?”

  “I didn’t do anything. It was all Penny.” Ridiculously, I feel like a snitch, even though I’m the parent and she’s the child who needs to be disciplined. I feel like I’m betraying her, in a way.

  “Penny, honey, why did you do that?” Eliza asks as she approaches Penny, her brown hair tumbling forward as she crouches on the floor.

  Penny keeps staring at the floor, fidgeting with her blue nails.

  “I’m sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Eliza. I work with your dad. I handle interviews like the one we just had. I was surprised that you did what you did. I think we all were.”

  “I’m not going to say sorry,” Penny says stubbornly. “I just don’t want them to take me away.”

  Eliza shoots me a questioning look.

  “Penny’s worried that her mom might succeed in getting custody,” I explain.

  “Honey. Aww…” Eliza scoots closer to Penny on the couch and rubs her arm. “We’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen, okay? Why did you think they were going to take you away?”

  “That’s what the lady said. That people might be convinced that dad isn’t taking good care of me.”

  “Did anything happen?” Lana asks as soon as she walks through the door and sees a big group, including a child, in the sitting area.

  “Oh, boy. You’re in for a treat,” Eliza says with a grin as she starts to give Lana an account of what has just taken place right here. Her calm, professional demeanor helps make me feel better about this whole thing.

  Maybe it’s not that bad after all.

  “Oh, no. This is bad,” Lana says. “How much time do we have until this shows up on the news?”

  “I asked the interviewer to keep it under wraps and she agreed, so… One week, tops.”

  “Jesus, the media. You can never trust them,” Lana says.

  “Funny thing, many people say the same thing about lawyers,” Eliza quips.

  “This is going to undermine your credibility when word gets out that it’s all a lie, Ethan,” Lana says, ignoring Eliza’s gibe at her. “They’re going to attack your parenting, as well. You didn’t pick Penny up like you claim you always do; you missed it because of work; and you made her believe that she has a new mom.”

  Lana notices me opening my mouth and quickly adds, “I know Penny came up with it on her own, but people are not going to believe that. Not even if she admitted it herself.”

  “Just look at her,” Lana says as she gestures at Penny. “The picture of honesty and innocence. People will think you corrupted her into becoming a liar.”

  “Sorry,” Penny says softly.

  “I thought you said you weren’t going to say sorry,” I say.

  “I didn’t know it was going to get this bad.”

  “Well, I know you didn’t mean any harm, Penny,” Lana says, “but it only worsened the—”

  “It’s okay, honey,” Eliza says to Penny as she glares at Lana. “It wasn’t the best thing you could’ve done, but we’re going to figure this out.”

  The room goes silent for a few seconds as the reality of the sit
uation sinks in.

  “There is a way to fix everything,” Lana says. “Okay, Eliza, hear me out and let me know how the media will take the news. But legally, there’s no problem in handling it according to this plan I have in my head. It’s crazy, but hear me out.”

  Lana looks around at everyone, making sure she has our attention, before she makes the craziest preposition I’ve ever heard.

  “Okay, how about…” Lana pauses dramatically. “How about you get married for real?”

  Despite the intensity of the situation, I burst out laughing.

  Of course it fucking sucks that everything is spiraling out of control. But sometimes there’s nothing you can do but realize how ridiculous life is and roll with it.

  I’ve gone through plenty of real suffering in my life and gained enough perspective to know this is not a big deal.

  Even if they hurt my reputation, they’ll never take Penny away from me. And as long as I’m secure in this knowledge, nothing can shake me.

  I have a ton of money I can use to hire the best lawyers to represent my case, and I’m willing spend every last cent to keep my daughter if I have to. I’d lose everything before I lose Penny.

  And if it takes me marrying my personal assistant to make sure Penny stays with me? I’ll do it, too. There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do.

  “I’m not joking, Ethan,” Lana says. “We can draw everything up so all the terms are clear. There’s going to be a pre-nup, of course. But, Megan, you will be handsomely rewarded.”

  “You know, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all,” Eliza says as she stares into the distance. “I can already see the headlines. ’New Mom for Ethan Hunter’s Daughter’ would make a good one.”

  I shake my head and sigh. Fucking life, man. You never know where it might take you.

  “What do you think, Megan? Will you marry me?” I ask.

  To my surprise, her face grows red from my playful proposal. She bites her bottom lip nervously. Her reaction makes me want to taste those pink, full lips.

  “Don’t mess with her, Ethan,” Eliza says, ever the diplomatic communicator. “Megan, right? Is it okay if I call you Megan?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay, Megan, this is a big opportunity for you. You’re going to get rewarded, of course. You’ll get a lot of money—and fame, if that’s what you want. And we’ll take care of every little detail, so you won’t have to worry about anything. There will be an end to this arrangement, of course, and you’ll be able to go back to your old life once it’s over, only you’ll be a lot richer.”

  Damn, Eliza knows how to spin it.

  “How much money are we talking about?” Megan asks, going directly to the heart of the matter.

  Eliza glances at me, asking me to jump in for the negotiating bit, now that the convincing bit has been taken care of.

  “How long will we need to stay married?” I ask.

  “A year or two, until this whole thing dies down,” Eliza says.

  “Two hundred thousand dollars a year,” I bid.

  Megan’ eyes widen, which is exactly the effect I was hoping for.

  I know she only makes about a quarter that amount as my personal assistant. I could’ve started lower and Megan would probably still take it, but I’m not in the mood to bargain. I just want to wrap this up and give her enough incentive to commit to the plan.

  I want her to live with me, come out with me to public events, spend time in public with me and Penny, and forgo all other employment opportunities during the term of the contract. Oh, and she’s not allowed to talk to anyone about this arrangement.

  It’ll be a full-time job, and nobody else can do it but her. I don’t think I’d be overpaying her.

  “I’ll have to think about it,” she says.

  “Okay.” It’s a big decision to make and I understand if she needs time, but it makes me want her even more, knowing she’s not just going to take it right away.

  If I’m being honest, Megan is one big incentive for me to agree to this insane plan.

  I’ve always wanted her, ever since she came into my office to introduce herself in her tight pencil skirt that accentuated her curves.

  I’ve just been staying away because it wouldn’t be professional. I was also worried about whether having a romantic partner would hurt my relationship with Penny or indirectly affect my custody arrangement.

  But now that everything’s turned upside down, getting closer to Megan suddenly becomes the key to both saving my reputation and keeping custody of my daughter.

  One or two years is a long time for a woman to live under my roof to not end up in my bed a few times, especially if she’s not allowed to see any other man.

  I like the idea of keeping her for myself.

  End of preview.

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  Alice

  Ugh. Not this guy again.

  I’ve heard so many complaints about him from the waiters, and tonight he has specifically asked for me. This can’t be good.

  “How can I help you, Sir?” I plaster a serene smile onto my face, even as impatience brews inside me.

  It's eight on a Friday night. The restaurant is buzzing with activity. I have to speak louder than usual to make myself heard over the din of conversation and the clanging of cutlery.

  All this to say, I should be in the kitchen, working on order upon order of soups and pastas and steaks. I should not be out here, catering to every whim of this one diner.

  “The steak is undercooked.” He looks up to stare at me with his stunning blue eyes. He seems about the same age as me, probably in his early or mid-thirties.

  He's impeccably dressed. This being a downtown restaurant, we get a lot of businessmen in suits. This man is different, though. There's not a crease in his navy-blue suit, not a strand of hair out of place. He looks dapper, like the leading men in silent movies.

  From up close, he looks familiar, but I can't quite place him. I’m probably wrong anyway. I’ve never been very good at names and faces. Oh well, he's probably a diner whom I’ve seen before. I don't know how I could've forgotten a face like that, but apparently I have, somehow.

  It's the depth of his blue eyes that stun me into silence, though. I feel like there's something dangerous about this man. If I know what's good for me, I’d stay away.

  “I’m sorry, I believe you asked for rare?” I ask when I finally find my voice again. I inspect the piece of meat on his plate. It has barely been touched.

  “Yes, exactly. I didn't ask for it to be so raw I can practically hear the cow bell ringing in my ears,” he says brusquely.

  “Actually,” I hear myself say, “We only serve U.S. beef here. That's why we're called The Local.” I want to stop myself, but it's too late now. “As far as I know, our farms don't use cow bells anymore. The animals don't like them. Apparently, they're the reason why thousands of Swiss cows are deaf.”

  I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. Damn it, I always do this word-vomit thing when I’m nervous. It’s some kind of a weird impulse to fill the gap in an awkward conversation with the stupidest thing I can think of.

  “Swiss cows, huh?” He smirks. He doesn't actually say anything insulting, but his eyes mock me.

  “Yes, Swiss cows. All kinds of Swiss cattle. Poor creatures. They have sensitive hearing.” I smile sweetly.

  I may have said something dumb, but the smartest thing to do, now that it's done, is to stand by my words. At least he doesn't seem angry anymore, and he can't see me blushing in the dim light of the restaurant.

  “But this didn't come from a Swiss cow?” He points at the steak on the table.

  “No.”

  “He probably wasn't deaf, then.” He’s toying with me.

  “No.” I grit my teeth and force a smile.

  “Ah, lucky A
merican cow. Probably lived a good life filled with many different kinds of wonderful sounds.”

  “I guess.”

  “Too bad it died just to turn into undercooked steak,” he says.

  There it is. I knew an attack was coming.

  “Again, I apologize, Sir. I’ll take that back to the kitchen and send out a rare steak for you.”

  “Good. While you're here, I should also let you know that there's too much black pepper in the sauce.”

  Thank you! I want to exclaim. I’ve been trying to tell the owner for months the same thing, but he disagrees. He says I'm just supposed to follow the recipe that's already been provided.

  The Local has been using the same recipes for decades. I wasn't hired to get creative.

  I keep my thoughts to myself. I’ve said enough to this rude stranger.

  “It's the famous original sauce here at The Local, Sir. I’m afraid I can't change that for you,” I say.

  “That's too bad. That's good meat right there, but it's lathered in so much sauce and seasoning I can't taste it.”

  Another thing that has been on my mind for a long time! I could see us bitching over poor handling of good ingredients, if he wasn't such an asshole. Too bad.

  I give the man a smile, then pick up the plate and take it with me as I walk away. It's time to disappear into the kitchen and hopefully never see him again.

  Alice

  Do you know what hunger feels like?

  Not the kind of hunger where you’ve already wolfed down a Big Mac and a large fries but you still have room for another one.

  Not the kind of hunger where you’ve had a salad because you’re on a diet but you really crave some deep-fried junk.

  Not even the kind of hunger where you didn’t have time to get lunch, so now your stomach rumbles loudly in the middle of a meeting, while you count the minutes until you can leave the office.

  I’m talking about real hunger.

  Like when I had to spend recess at the library so the other kids wouldn’t notice me not eating.

  Or like when I had to eat the Halloween candy bars one bite at a time so they’d last longer.