My husband is a billionaire welder

I married a poor welder to save my father's life.

He offered me $50,000 to be his wife for 6 months. I thought it was a joke — until the hospital said my father would die without surgery.

On our wedding night in his dirty garage, a black Maybach arrived to pick us up. His driver called him "Sir."

"My grandfather is dying," he said. "He wants to see me married and with a child. Pretend you're pregnant."

I agreed to marry a welder. But did I just marry a billionaire liar?

His grandfather gave me a $200,000 diamond and put his entire billion dollar empire in my husband's name — on one condition: this child must be born.

A contract marriage. A secret billionaire. A fake pregnancy that will become too real to fake.