The Return Of The Alpha king

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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Once upon a time, he was a prince.

Once upon a time he lived a luxury life, surrounded by servants who tended to his needs, respected by all. Feared by many.

Until the day the Evil king of Badrith attacked his kingdom unexpectedly, killed his family and took away his home.

Ten year old prince Damon was taken hostage, tortured and humiliated by king Judrith for TWO years before he escaped, faking his death.

Twenty years later, he came back seeking vengeance and also to reclaim all he had lost

EXCERPT

Flaming arrows fly across the air, the clashing sound of sword fighting fills the air, screams and cries, houses on fire, bodies dropping dead, loud cries and screams of agony saturated the air, smokes blurred the air.

Everywhere was in total chaos.

The palace was not excluded, the enemy kingdom had succeeded in invading the palace.

Damon walked out of his hiding spot and ran towards his father's almost lifeless body.

He had witnessed his father killed by king Judrith.

"Father ", he cried, dragging the king's hand.

Weakly, he took his son's hand into his bloody hands . His eyes fluttered, blurred with tears .

" D.. Damon", he stuttered.

" Father please, stand up. We have to save mama and Eleanor. Stand up ", he cried pulling his arm .

"Y–You must su...survive, You h..have t.to survive n-no m–matter what . ", He forced out.

" Father please, don't die. ", the little boy cried helplessly.

" Go. Go now. G..goo far away..from h..ere a..nd su..survive . Go", he ordered pulling his hand out of his hold forcefully.

His eyes were closing gradually, his breath slowed.

" Go Damon. And survive", he said lastly, his eyes slipped close and his breath stilled.

" Father, please, stand up ", he cried. His painful cry filled with agony.

The agony of losing everything, his home, his title and his family

But as a group of soldiers approached him, he stood up swiftly and hid. When they were out of sight, he ran out of the palace, as fast as his young legs could carry him into the darkness of that night.

The night that all that mattered to him.

CHAPTER ONE.

TWENTY YEARS LATER

A light knock sounded at his door. His gaze flickered to the entrance, curious. Who could be at his doorstep at this hour?

Another knock came, this time rough and urgent.

"Who is there?" he queried, his voice stern.

Violently, the door banged open, startling him. Yet, no one entered, and the door remained ajar.

Who was playing silly games with him tonight?

"What do you think you are doing?" he demanded, his voice hard and authoritative. He started closer to the door.

"Reveal yourself this moment!" he ordered loudly.

Silence.

Seeing no one, he braced himself and moved closer to the door, and made to close it.

A hand shot out from nowhere, gripping him by the neck, choking him. He gasped, almost knocked off his feet.

"Who are you?" he managed to say, struggling against the violent grip. He couldn't see the person's face; it was veiled by a mask, and their attire was all black.

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