The Billionaire's Fake Wife

Chapter 2: The Contract

“Call me Kene. Wife.”

The word hit Ada like a slap. Wife. She wasn’t even his girlfriend. She was his business deal.

Ada’s hand shook as she signed the last page. The pen felt like it weighed 50 million naira. Because it did.

Kene took the contract from her without touching her fingers. Cold. Efficient. Like she was a file, not a person.

“Barrister Funmi will handle the paperwork,” he said, already turning back to his desk. “The money hits your account in one hour. The wedding is in 3 days.”

Ada’s head snapped up. “Three days?!”

“My father doesn’t have time,” Kene said flatly. “Neither does your mother.”

He pressed a button on his desk. The penthouse doors opened and Barrister Funmi walked in holding a garment bag.

“Your measurements were in the background check,” Kene said, not looking at her. “The dress is for the civil wedding. White. Simple. Don’t embarrass me.”

Ada stared at the garment bag. Then at him. This man just bought her life for 50 million and was now ordering her wedding dress like it was lunch.

“I have conditions,” she said before she could stop herself.

Kene finally looked at her. One eyebrow raised. The one with the scar. “You’re in no position to—”

“My mother comes first,” Ada cut in. Her voice didn’t shake this time. “She gets the best hospital. The best doctors. You said you’d pay all of it. I want that in writing. Today.”

For a second, silence. Kene studied her like she was a puzzle he didn’t expect.

Then, slowly, he smiled. The first real one. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was dangerous.

“Wife,” he murmured, “you’re going to be more trouble than I thought.”

He nodded at Barrister Funmi. “Add it to the contract. Private ward at Reddington. Dr. Adebayo as her oncologist. Unlimited.”

Relief hit Ada so hard her knees almost buckled. Mama would live.

“Anything else?” Kene asked, voice like ice again.

Ada swallowed. “Yes. One more thing.”

His eyes narrowed. “Speak.”

“No touching me,” she said. “This is fake. The marriage. The smiles. Everything. But you don’t touch me unless it’s for the cameras.”

Kene walked around the desk until he was right in front of her. Too close. She could smell his cologne — something dark and expensive that made her stomach flip.

He tilted her chin up with one finger. His touch was cold.

“Ada,” he said softly, using her name for the first time. “You signed a contract to be my wife. My wife shares my bed.”

Ada’s heart stopped.

Kene’s thumb brushed her jaw once. Then he dropped his hand and stepped back.

“But not yet,” he said. “First, we convince my father. Then we discuss... bedroom arrangements.”

He walked to the glass wall overlooking Lagos. Dismissing her.

“Funmi will take you home. Pack a bag. You move in tonight.”

Ada’s world spun. Tonight?!

“Why tonight?” she whispered.

Kene didn’t turn around. “Because starting tonight, Mrs. Kenechukwu Udoka, the whole world will be watching. And I don’t trust you to not run.”

He glanced back over his shoulder. His eyes were black in the penthouse light.

“Welcome to your new life, wife.”

The doors closed behind her with a final click.

She was married. To a billionaire. For 50 million.

And she had 3 days to learn how to be his.