Sold To Him My Ruthless CEO

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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Her POV:

" Number 15 owned the spot . Who wants to bid higher? " I slowly opened my eyes as I heard some voices that are almost a whisper. I felt the pain at my back and a little hustle in a cold bluster as my hair was untide and my visions were blurred.

" 1.2 million "

" 1.5 million "

" 1.8 million "

" She's actually a high quality and a face that men would give their devotion to. Even two-million isn't enough. Bid higher for a higher possibility of owning her! " As I lifted my head while my sight is slowly regaining its conceit, I've noticed different person with names in the industry. They're wickedly aiming for something, for someone?

" Oh! The beauty had increment her conciousness! " With a confuse look in my dark-brown eyes, I started to wonder and realized. Hell no! I'm in an auction!

" Let go of me! Why the hell am'I even here?! " I started to scrabble and even screamed as if my lungs would lost my heart. I know what they're doing. They would sell me for a well paid price and thats what they are currently exploiting.

" 2.5 million "

" 3 million " The last thing I remembered was when my father brought me to the mall and leave me for an urgent meeting. I can't imagine how I end up here? This is an auction. Crap!

" 3 million? Going higher? " The crowd remained silent. I fixed my gaze to that certain someone who paid me. My make-up is even uncongenial but I don't care!

" Anyone who wants to bid higher? " I can barely see a fat man with a bald head. Oh God! He's smiling at me with a huge amount of hidden desires. So old!

" This heavenly beauty is sold to number----------- "

" Ten million! " The people was stunned including me. Who would buy a person in such an expensive price? Now I know, people in auction are insanely deep-pocketed.

" Mr. De Villa. N-number 24 just endeavored for 10 million. G-going higher? " I can sense that there's something wrong. The crowds countenance and mime proves it.

" Again, this heavenly beauty is sold to number 24! Mr. De Villa. " The pack of crowds started to mumbled something but I was deeply fucosed to seek that so called Mr. De Villa.

I saw a man in a dark corner who's literaly staring at me. Even if it's eaten by darkness, my senses can still be liable.I can't be lied by my own senses.

" Carry her at the back door. Mr. De Villa will be there in an instance! " Before I could utter a word, two men with black suits dragged me somewhere. I was being chained on my hands and my legs. I feel pity for myself.

" Don't you dare touch me. Let me go! " I struggled to get out of their grip but I didn't even outstrip their strenght. I am actually fragile with a twist of being classy.

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