LOVE ON THE BRAIN

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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In Brussels, there was a desolate town.

Rose was bound by chains to a chair in a dimly lit dungeon. There were countless welts and knife wounds that littered her body. Wren Terry had already used every punishment one could imagine on her. He subjected her to endless torment, though refusing to let her die.

Now, Wren looked at her and mocked, "I bet the famous Rose, or Ace Killer, would never imagine herself in a situation like this."

Then, Wren picked up the dagger from the table and, with a single strike, damaged the tendon in Rose's right hand.

"Ah!" Rose screamed, gasping for air as she spoke in broken sentences. "Why? Why... are you doing this?"

"It's because you're just a lowly person! A pawn of Rodger Group, no less! Seth is mine! This is what you get for trying to seduce my man!"

Wren fiercely stabbed the dagger into Rose's thigh and twisted it forcefully. In an instant, Rose's thigh became mangled.

"Let me tell you that Seth and I will be engaged soon. Your influence on the confidants in Rodger Group will be completely eradicated by me. You're just a nameless orphan that someone picked up off the streets. Nobody will remember who you are!" Wren said viciously.

"No way! Seth wouldn't allow this to happen!" Rose said, shaking her head.

Wren's subordinate threw a teenage boy into the dungeon. It was Mike Cook, who Rose had raised single-handedly. Wren fired a shot at the boy's leg, and Rose screamed, "No! No! Please spare him!"

"Kneel down! Kneel and beg me!" Wren demanded.

With a thud, Rose knelt on the ground and begged, "Ms. Terry, I'm sorry for being delusional. I'm not worthy of Mr. Rodgers! Please spare my younger brother!"

Wren chortled before moving on.

Right after that, a gunshot pierced through Mike's head.

"No! Wren! I want to kill you! I want to kill you so badly!" Rose cried out in despair.

"Hah! You want to kill me?" Wren sneered.

Another gunshot sounded. This time, it hit Rose's chest.

Rose slumped to the floor helplessly. Then, she heard Wren's voice from a distance. "You want to take revenge? Perhaps you can do so in your next life! Slash her face and throw her into the jungle to feed the wolves!"

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