My First Crush Happened To Be My Hubby

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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A heavy headache struck her.

Joanna Kelly tried to move slightly only to find her neck was more painful and her body was weak and aching.

She opened her eyes and found a crystal chandelier glittering brightly above in the white carved ceiling.

Then she looked around the luxury room and the large bed.

She was in a hotel.

Joanna eased herself and remembered everything.

"Joanna, I've been waiting for you to come back. Marry me!"

"Stay with me tonight." That whisper was full of affection and temptation.

Owen Howard and she would become a couple at last.

Surprised and astonished as she was that Owen was waiting for her and proposed once she came back after three years.

Suddenly the sound came when the door of the bathroom was opened. Joanna was blushed and felt her face burning, "Owe--" Owen.

She did not utter out that name before she was stunned by the man in front of her.

A tall and slim man walking out of the bathroom, with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his wheatish firm upper body naked. That face was clearly defined out. And he looked at her with one corner of his mouth curved up while the lights in his eyes were dimmed. The expression on his face was more than a smile.

—It was not Owen Howard at all!

Then who was he?!

Joanna rose from the bed quickly, leaving no consideration of her weak and aching body, dragged the quilt that slipped from her shoulder, and moved towards the corner of the bed.

"Who are you?" Joanna was so frightened that her voice sounded different from the usual.

That man walked casually towards her.

"That's the question that I am supposed to ask you."

He sat down on the bad directly, which made Joanna move backward to the corner and almost fell from the bed.

Had she worn any clothes, she would have run and left the room immediately.

"Who are you? And why are you on my bed?"

He got close to her and there was a hidden warning in his smiling eyes.

His bed?

She stayed with Owen last night and drank a lot of wine with him because she was so happy with that proposal.

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