Jessica C. Dolan

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.

I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Yvaine nodded. ‘Yeah. I wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t you telling me. I mean, come on, who’d have thought Catherine isn’t really the Vances’ kid? The way they coddle her, you’d think she’s their only child. And this Jace character, her half-brother…’


‘Rhys bailed him out,’ I said. ‘I guess he called Rhys after Catherine fainted.’


Yvaine cackled. ‘Rhys is in for the shock of a lifetime. Thought he married a socialite, turns out she’s a swapped baby with a broke mother, and now she’s saddled with a gambling addict of a half-brother.’


Her fingers twitched. ‘Are you sure I can’t post this? Come on, this is the scoop of the year!’


I shook my head. ‘Catherine is going to hate your guts if she finds out you exposed the truth about her.’


Yvaine snorted. ‘She already hates my guts, not that I care.’ Reluctantly, she set down her phone.


Mine buzzed. I checked the message. ‘Violet Lin just got out on bail.’ I tapped a finger on the bar. ‘Barkeep, another one of these, please.’


Chapter 122 Diabolical Plan