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

He’d been away from the company for almost a week, after all.


I’d noticed it back in Riverbend, the way she hovered around him.


It hadn’t clicked at the time, but now it did.


While I sat there replaying every second of that short meeting with her, Daniel waved a hand in front of my face.


‘Can I have my phone back? You look like you want to crush it to pulp.’


I blinked. ‘Sorry. Has this photo made the rounds yet?’


‘Nah. Just a few fans found it. They’re saying the guy might be her boyfriend, and they’re trying not to spread it. Rowan’s still low-key here. Most people don’t even know she’s in the country.’


‘Boyfriend,’ I muttered. ‘Can you send it to me? I won’t post it anywhere.’


Daniel nodded. ‘Sure. Sending it now.’


My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn’t check it.


I didn’t even remember what I was meant to be working on.


Chapter 189 Dinner, Maybe