His Love Sora

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

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.

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Chapter 1

Maggie unexpectedly gained a domineering CEO boyfriend on the same day she was cheated on by her previous one. He teased her playfully at every opportunity and loved her deeply. However, he always called her "Meg" in bed. Maggie thought it was just one of his peculiar habits.

Later, Maggie saw Megan's grave. Only then did she realize that his deep affection was not inexplicable, but rather perfectly calculated.

In the cramped backseat of the car, Maggie curled up near the door, ready to escape at any moment. However, the man beside her had no intention of letting her go. He shifted closer, pressing his body against hers, and locked the car door.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Miss, you think you can ruin my reputation and just leave?"

His breath on her ear made her shiver and feel a sudden heat. "I, um, I was impulsive just now. I'm sorry."

Today was the 100th concert of Brody's career, Maggie's idol since high school. She had spent a fortune buying three tickets from a ticket reseller to attend Brody's concert with her boyfriend Andrew and her best friend Rebecca.

Unexpectedly, when the camera panned to Andrew, he pulled a veil from his pocket and placed it on Rebecca's head. Ignoring Maggie's shocked gaze, he got down on one knee and proposed to Rebecca.

Furious, Maggie glanced at the man sitting next to her. He wasn't bad-looking, had no ring on his finger, and was accompanied by a male friend. In a fit of rage, she grabbed his collar and kissed him without hesitation.

Initially, Maggie only intended to brush her lips against his, but as she tried to pull away, the man cupped the back of her head. She felt his tongue slowly prying her lips open, exploring until it entwined with hers.

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