A Fall From Heaven

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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The laptop is on the cushion and in front of it a girl is lying on her elbows. Light from the screen has illuminated her face. One finger on her chin and with the other hand she is scrolling the Laptop's keypad.

Long, straight, black hair was spread on her back. Her eyes were exactly like this. Black, big which had the shine of the moon, and her face like silk. White, soft, and bright.

She was busy scrolling the keypad. One click opened the next page and suddenly her moving finger stopped. Eyes that were focused on the screen suddenly had a worry and then discontentment. She hurriedly pressed two-three buttons.

In the wait for the next page to load, she put away the hair falling on her face. A few seconds later, the page opened. She put her face close to the screen again the silky hair slipped from her shoulder and fell forward. As she started reading it, her black eyes popped open in surprise.

Her lips parted and her whole body jolted in surprise. It took a lot of time to convince herself that what she was reading, is truth and as her brain grasped what was happening, she got up immediately.

Her phone was on the side table.

She picked up the mobile phone lying on the side table and hurriedly started dialing a number. The pure silence of the night is disturbed by the clicking of the buttons. She held up the phone to her ear. On the other end, a bell could be heard.

"Hello Zara" The call was answered that's why she said excitedly "How are you? Were you sleeping? I am Haya"

On the other end, her friend was saying something. She took a second to listen to it and burst out laughing.

"Leave this talk! I have good news to tell you, listen to it first!" Habitually she was rolling on of her finger in her thick black hair. "I know you won't believe me"

"No it is not related to Dawood Bhai's marriage" On the other end Zara said something but she was quick to deny it "In fact you guess what I am about to tell you"

She pushed the laptop away with one hand put the pillow against the bed crown put her head against it and straightened her feet. Side by side she was denying everything Zara was saying.

"No, not at all"

"No, it is nothing like this"

"No I am not getting married"

"No, Iram is also not getting married"

"Seriously Zara! your thoughts are reserved for this. Now open your ears and listen to me. Do you remember the Erasmus Mundus Exchange Programme which I applied for? Can you believe it, Zara? I have been selected for the scholarship by the European Union?" On the other side, Zara screamed so loudly her voice echoed in my room despite the speaker being off.

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