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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
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.In the operating room, the surgeon, Stewart Morris, said coldly and ruthlessly to his assistant, "Issue a notice of critical illness to Miranda Sanchez's family, and also, she is to donate her heart to Wendy Johnson after her death."
Miranda was lying on the operating table, under twilight anesthesia, and was very much awake to hear these words from her fiancé.
Stewart was her fiancé and the surgeon for this operation.
The cold scalpel cut open her skin, where no anesthesia was applied, and the pain made her body tremble.
She asked at the top of her voice, "Why, Stewart?"
Stewart and she had always been a typical affectionate couple in S City.
But now, she was lying on the operating table while he cut her heart out alive!
Stewart neatly slashed her skin with his scalpel, his voice indifferent and heartless: "Because Wendy said that you had loved me with all your heart and it was dirty. She was jealous, so I'm going to dig it up and feed it to the dogs."
Miranda's eyes widened in shock as her blood pressure soared, "Why is it the two of you? Why?"
Wendy was her best friend since she was a child. They were not sisters, but much more like sisters.
At the age of nine, Wendy fell down and Miranda pulled her out, leaving a scar on the corner of Miranda's eye caused by a rock.
At eighteen, Wendy was almost raped by a group of gangsters to save Miranda.
However, it was her most loving fiancé and her best friend who betrayed her in the end!
In a short while, Miranda's chest was cut open and her red, beating heart was seen.
With the best medical equipment, Miranda was still alive, but extremely painful.
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