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

‘Of course not.’ I didn’t need to think before answering.


If not for Yvaine and her two stalker-like suitors, I wouldn’t have come here at all.


And… I glanced at Ashton, who was treating the simple act of writing down his name on the lock with such grave solemnity, you’d think he was signing a peace treaty.


I hadn’t said the L-word to him yet, but I didn’t want him thinking his feelings, deeper and clearer than mine, were one-sided or unnoticed.


We hung the locks on the bridge, threw away the keys, grinned at each other.


I half-closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss.


I hid a smirk and turned towards the culprit who’d ruined the moment.


Yvaine walked towards us, hand in hand with Cade.


For the next three days, we followed Yvaine’s itinerary to the letter—hot springs, night market, lakeside shrine, psychic readings.


Chapter 232 The Old Man’s Will