The Billionaires Fake Marriage

Standing confidently in my sleek, modern office, overlooking the city skyline, the only thing I could think about was my parents.

It's been 5 years since my parents passed away, and my life hasn't remained the same. I wish they were here to see my tech company evolving into a multi-billion dollar empire. It has always been their dream to see me become this successful. They were alive when I started the company, now they're no more.

"Your parents just died in an auto crash," the news about their death still lives rent-free in my head.

At 28, I've accomplished more than I inte KOnded, but the absence of my parents still finds its way to haunting me.

What more could I have asked for? I am a rich, successful, beautiful, independent, and courageous woman. If I had the opportunity to turn back the hands of time, I would have stopped my parents from embarking on that trip that ended their lives.

My thoughts were, however, ruined by a knock on my door. It was a bad time for me to receive visitors, not when my head wasn't stable. I can't even think straight about saving my life right now. I feel like my whole world is crumbling right in front of me and I can't even do anything to save it.

I ignored the knock at my door and continued to wallow in grief. The more I ignored the knock, the more it kept coming. That was the moment I figured out that it might be important for me to get to the door.

"Come in already," I answered and rushed to get seated. From what I know, it might be a prospective client and I wouldn't want to be caught in an awkward state.

The best I could do was to put up a smiling face, regardless of what I might be growing through.

A moment later, the visitor walked inside my office. I frowned. I thought it would be an entirely different person.

"What do you want, Rachael?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

I indicated the chair across from my desk, which had a neat little row of pens and a framed picture of my parents on it. A soothing background noise that reduces pain is produced by the gentle hum of the air conditioner. I felt relieved for the first time in a very long time.

"Hello, ma'am?" Rachel waved at me. I got engrossed by the photo frame and forgot that Rachel was still in my office. I quickly focused my glance on her.

"What do you want, Rachael?" I frowned, my face pretending to be tough, but deep inside of me what I felt was a burning furnace.

"Ma'am, is anything the matter? You don't seem happy to me. If you don't mind sharing, I might be of help," Rachael asked. It was a nice gesture, but I didn't think it was ideal for me to share my private matters with anyone, let alone Rachel, who's just my assistant. We might share a cordial relationship, but certainly not to that extent.

"Is that what you came here for, Rachel? To spy on my private affairs?" I clapped back at Rachel as she shivered like a hen drenched by the rain.

" No, ma'am," she nodded her head in response and handed me a folder filled with documents. I knew that was what she came for, but I wanted her to say it and stop beating around the bush like a lost soul.

"Great! Drop it on the desk and shut the door after you," I authorized her.

Rachel didn't make a move. She stood in front of me with her hands buried behind her.

"Okay? What are you still doing here? I thought I asked you to leave?'"

" Yes, you did.

I just needed to be certain if you would want me to do anything for you," she asked me with a shaky voice.

I observed something fishy in her utterances. It wasn't just about her loyalty; I was convinced that she had something to say but found it difficult to navigate through.

I didn't make a move to speak to Rachel anymore. It was a Monday morning, and the only thing that mattered to me was to focus on work and avoid distractions. The thought of my parents played some role in making my day miserable. It would be completely unacceptable to allow Rachel to add to that.

"Rachel, please get out."

I spoke softly and placed my hands beneath my jawline.

"But."

"I said leave immediately.

What's wrong with you?" I yelled at Rachel and immediately she left.

A few minutes after her departure, I heard another knock on the door.

I was furious and devastated that Rachel had returned. This time, she isn't going to find it lightly with me.

I rushed down to the door and opened it, waiting to yell at Rachel when I spotted a different person.

"Hi, Xander?

You don't seem too excited. From your disposition, I could tell that someone had gotten on your last nerve," Julian asked me. He was my ex. The sight of him made everything worse. I would have preferred to still have Rachel show up and not him.

"What do you want from me, Julian? I thought you said you were never going to have anything to do with me ever again?" I fumed.

I looked away to avoid establishing eye contact with him. He is excellent at manipulating humans with his cute face.

He's tall, light-skinned, and has a blonde air with his attractive blue eyes.

Unlike me, who started from scratch, Julian inherited his family's real estate empire.

"Relax, boo.

Is that how you treated an ex-lover?" He winked at me and tried flirting, and I pushed him away.

"Ex-lover that cheated on me with some girl who was supposed to be his cousin. Oh, you thought I had forgotten about that? At 30, you still act like a child." I clapped back and went back inside my office to get seated. Instead of leaving, knowing that his presence wasn't needed, he followed me immediately.

"You might want to put this beef aside because we are going to be spending quality time together soon," he revealed to me.

"What are you talking about? And what makes you think I'll ever want you close to me after what you did to me?" I stood up in curiosity. He was starting to speak in parables that I find difficult to understand.

"Julian, I'm talking to you. What do you mean by that?' I raised my voice at him. I hate to be kept in suspense, and that's precisely what he was doing to me.

"Relax your nerves, girl. What I am about to say is going to benefit your company for good, and trust me, you will love it!" He assured me. It sounded like a good plan to

me.

"Okay? So what's this about?"

I widened my ears to be certain I didn't miss any information