EX HUSBAND REGRET I WANT YOU BACK

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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KILLIAN'S P.O.V.

Mother's sick, and needs a donor for liver transplant: "O" positive. I have the money to spend, being billionaire after all.

I can give you millions, spoil anyone with money, but the case is where the fuck am I going to get a donor, when no fucking soul has that blood group.

I have been going everywhere, searching like a mad man, letting my ego go, but still no one has what am looking for. I swear I can kill to get that freaking blood group. Damnit!

I stab the knife on the table, only to realize the shit I just did.

"OMG!, I am so sorry" I apologized as I instantly got a napkin from the cabinet and wrapped it around the maid's hand that was bleeding.

"It's fine, it's okay" She said as she twisted her face in pain. My heart ached for her, even though her sight disgusts me. I knew it must hurt like hell with so much pressure, still the blood keeps gushing out. The cut must be very deep.

I must take her to the hospital before she collapse. At this rate her blood is definitely going low.

I immediately lifted her into my arms, earning a gasp from her. I rushed to the garage, yelling the guard's name furiously.

"Dan, Dan, open the gate at the moment" I yelled as I opened the backseat and lifted the maid into it before closing the door and running to the driver's seat to get in.

I furiously drove out of my house towards the family's private hospital. I could hear the maid's low groans and felt my heart racing.

"Why couldn't I have been more careful?" I wondered as I got her out of the car. The napkin was already soaked with too much blood. Her uniform was stained also and the alarming thing was that she was shivering, and her eyes were barely opened.

I dashed into the hospital and the nurses on duty immediately rushed towards me with a bed and I placed the maid on it muttering an apology.

I felt really humiliated, a maid I barely gazed at, is now in a very bad condition because I could not control my feelings.

"I am sorry" I said lowly one more time, trying to retain my strictness to her. Few minutes later I sat outside her ward and the doctor Mr. Philip, our family Doctor came to me.

"What is going on Killian?" He asked worriedly.

"Who is that young girl you brought in? and how did she get so badly injured?" He inquired, feeding me with so many questions at once.

I take a deep breath, before looking back at him.

"It was me, uncle" I replied, watching him widen his eyes at me.

"You?" He called out in disbelief and I nodded.

"How?" He inquired again, and it made me feel more embarrassed, but still I speak up.

"The maid must have forgotten who I am.." I paused, trying to place my word together, in order of him not to misinterpret.

"It was a mistake, but still I don't think am the only one to blame" I sound cold, yet that didn't hinder me to keep on talking.

"She was the one trying to pack up the used plates in front of me even though she knows how her master can be.."

"I was frustrated so I grabbed the table knife beside me, stabbing the table hard" I explained more clearly. He gasped in shock placing his hand across his mouth.

"Unfortunately, it was her hand I stabbed " I added, but the guilt was still evident in my voice.

"Oh Poor girl, taking the full burnt of your frustration" He commented sadly, before suddenly hitting me hard on my shoulders.

"Didn't I warn you not to think too much about the incident?" He scolded.

"Now you have hurt the poor innocent lady" He added.

"How is she?" My lips parted and I blurted out.

"She is not in a critical condition, but she sure has lost a lot of blood " He responded.

"She is very weak, and on drip right now, but don't worry, she would be fine" He added, and made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I don't want to have feel the burden anymore. There are better things on my mind, but even though, I still want to make sure she was fine.

"Can I go in to see her?" I asked and he nodded before parting me on my right shoulder gently.

"Be careful next time, not everyone can handle your temper" He whispered out before leaving me alone and going into another ward.

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