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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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"Are you ready for our first night?" A grown man's deep voice startled Anne. Nelson has returned to the room after accompanying the guests back home.

Anne, who was still wearing her wedding dress and sitting on the edge of the bed, answered with a stutter. "B-but I'm not ready yet."

"No need! Let's face it, I don't like small talk," answered the man.

Anne's hands squeezed the expensive white dress. Cold sweat dripping. She was even more nervous when the employer who is now legally her husband took off his shirt and only wore shorts above his thighs.

The man walked over to the girl, and then took a seat next to her.

Nelson pushed Anne's body onto the bed which was covered with fragrant red rose petals. Anne was shaking. Because, so far her smooth body has never been touched by any guy.

The man pulled down Anne's dress and said, "We have to do it quickly, because after this I'm going out of town on a business trip."

Anne was dumbfounded. In her heart she said, "That fast?"

Nelson pulled out a gun under his pants. Only by touching Anne's intimate body parts, the man immediately carried out the action.

Aaakk! Anne screamed loudly. The pain started as Nelson repeatedly swung his hips vigorously. The girl groaned in pain, while Nelson enjoyed the game.

Only a matter of minutes, the man had reached his climax.

Aaah!!

"Done!" said Nelson, after which he inched back and put his clothes back on.

Meanwhile, Anne still in a supine position, endured the lingering pain. How could she not, she wasn't even aroused in the slightest, but the man's warm liquid was already out.

"I'll be back tomorrow. You need to take lots of vitamins and consult a gynecologist. So that my baby will come quickly," said Nelson as he fastened the buttons of his shirt.

"Don't forget to clean the red stain," he ordered Anne pointing at the girl's hymen on the white sheet.

***

10 hours ago

“Welcome to Paradise Team!”

The landmark bearing the sentence is clearly displayed above the entrance of a mini building. Inside, a girl was tidying up her clothes and hair, which had been messy because of running in a hurry. Today was the first day she met Mrs. Wade, the owner of the notorious Paradise Team. Therefore, her appearance must be perfect in front of her female boss.

Immediately the girl opened the door slowly and stepped into the all-white room.

In a work chair, a woman with glasses is focused on her computer. Her eyes didn't even glance at her guest who had just arrived.

While Anne was still standing in front of her with the most polite position possible. Her heart was beating fast with nervousness. Seeing Mrs. Wade's appearance in an elegant outfit alone made the girl's mentality shrink.

After struggling with her work, Mrs. Wade opened her glasses and one hand moved forward, signaling Anne to sit down.

"You're about 7 minutes late," said Mrs. Wade openly, glancing at the small roped object wrapped around her wrist.

"Sorry, Madam."

"If you weren't a candidate for help from a noble person, I would have punished you for being late today."

Anne just lowered her head.

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