The Hybrid King is My Beloved

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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I picked up the brain that fell on the ground and used it to cut the necks of the eight terrorists in front of me. They all fell to the floor headless and covered in blood. I avoided them getting dirty because the smell of Sonya would make me stink. Wait, why do I think that girl will smell me? What do I care if I'm covered in blood and he can smell it? I think I lacked rest.

I immediately turned to Sonya and picked her up. His hand is still. I was walking towards our flying house that had just landed from the flight. Sonya just stared at me.

"You have a lot to explain to me," I said coldly and stared at her red lips.

"I have nothing to explain to you," he replied coldly.

"Tsk."

When we got close to my friends, they stared at me in surprise. The shock on Rayne's face was also obvious because I was carrying a woman.

"You saved me?" Tate asked.

"I have nothing to explain," I answered simply.

"Are you crazy!? You suddenly jump and then you have nothing to explain?" Shantal asked in disbelief.

"Yes," I said annoyed.

When I boarded the flying house, I dropped Sonya by my side. When it started to rise, our companions were looking at us. Rayne glared at Sonya.

I got food and gave Sonya some biscuits and water. He immediately accepted it.

While he was eating I was watching. When he raised a tin of gin to me, Sonya swallowed. It was staring at my neck.

I don't know what crossed my mind but I shifted my clothes. My smooth and white neck exposed even more to him.

"Ugh!"

Sonya suddenly jumped on me and immediately bit my neck. I took a deep breath as he began to draw blood from my neck. I fixed her hair. But if I drink now from his neck they will all see. Only later, just him first.

"Is this serious?"

"Magnus is really secretive."

I heard comments but ignored them. When Sonya finished drinking from me, she shyly wiped her lips. I tasted it and avoided looking at his beautiful face. I admit she is beautiful but why am I doing this? Annoying!

I just realized that why did I make him drink the blood from my neck? I don't let anyone do that and he's the only one who drinks from me. This is his second time, this girl has had many. He must be expecting me too much now.

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