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

Maxwell kept twitching his eyes at Franklin like he was sending a Morse code signal.


Franklin finally spoke up, stiff as a broomstick. ‘Yes… it was just business talk. Regular discussion. Nothing else. Mr Maxwell was asking about our compliance structure. He said he was impressed. Wanted to examine it more closely…’


Preston jumped in. ‘Mira probably misunderstood. She doesn’t work at the company. She doesn’t understand the industry lingo.’


I lifted my phone. ‘I recorded everything. The entire conversation. I don’t understand industry lingo? Fine, we’ll get someone who does understand. Maybe an in-house lawyer from Ethics & Compliance.’


Maxwell refused to admit defeat. ‘Audio can be doctored. Everyone knows that.’


I stared at him. ‘Let’s play it now. We’ll see how doctored it sounds.’


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