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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

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Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Breakup Over A Damn Mug

Word Count: 1694    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

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ancé

ate our ridiculously expensive penthouse apartment, where ev

o, I accidenta

pped me across

. It took a full thirty seconds before my brain

tted my teeth, forcing the word

. "It was just a mug with Catherine's face on it," he said, as if my reaction was

him in disbelief, my chest heaving as rage and humi

ke guilt flickered across his face. Then

agreed to marry you-what more do you want? Catherin

d to leave because of you! And now you're jealous of her? Y

s eyes cut deepe

was still bleeding. But not

made one last attempt to explain. "It

e had left behind a letter. In it, she said she'd seen my diary, realiz

eant privacy. I never meant for anyone to read i

exposed. I was dragged out, nailed to a pillar of sh

of nowhere, replacing the golden girl-I should've been grateful. Even

w much better I did than Catherine, they always saw me as

ain on my che

ngagement ring. A wave of heat-anger, hu

ng my vision. I blinked fast, wipin

ould never show weak

out of there, or I would completely fall apart. Whatever shred of di

my wrist and yanked

sbelief, needing to conf

clean up the pieces." Hi

to be

nd spat the word without

aw clenched. "You sur

but they blazed with defiance as I

my self-respect into the dirt

in his eyes was an uncontrollable blaze, threatening to consume me. And beneath that

adiating from him. "Last chance

inished for him,

nt, the air went still. He hadn'

ee from his grip. The taste of freedom hadn't yet bloomed in my chest

o

d my hand-smack! A resounding slap landed

again, thick

t it brought a rush of fierc

lief-not from the pain, but from a world turned upside down. He nev

oked calmly at his stunned expression. I

ent, I dragged my feet away

uld break down. I'd rather choke on my

thud-

otional chaos are

ey scraped against the hard marble. Blood

ed my purse, an

go home. Away from all

out of the building-only to slam into a wall of mus

it could silence a room. He looked like the kind of man who, if you piss

hat only made hi

d carry me to his lair-my face flushed red instantly. If this

yself back

ushed into the elevator

ummaged through my

k

had clearly declared t

and shook the doorknob violently. It didn't help-but I needed to let

the cold floor as sobs tore from my throat.

cries, a voice-low, smooth, like blac

ur

someone always interrupt me just w

d, ready to glar

n I had bumped into downstairs-the one who looked

his gaze landed on the scattered contents of my

hing so hot it could've lit a match. I snatched it from him a

t the door that I realized

ira. You abs

that tiny lens, I saw him calmly turn, unlock the

across

ace like that-and that aura-there's

iously letting a hot new neighbor make you

not. All men ar

reminding myself not to be so stupid again. But no matter how

lse, and more urgently, for t

to head to the kitchen, my

screen made my w

o

he would destroy my career without hesi

er voice sliced through t

thing so disgraceful to Rhys! You apologize to

stunned-but she hung up before

d, I still couldn't earn even a sliver of their love? And Catherine-s

ou

d enough, my family, my f

never going

the self-respect

engagement with Rhys-no

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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
“Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.”