The Assassin s Surrender VIIII

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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Let me tell you a little bit about this fascinating story...

Anne Crane was a billionaire and a vampire princess looking for a way to make synthetic blood for vampires in the Imperial Colony which had been once an old city where vampires fed on humans for blood.

She reversed the state so the city became naturally kind for humans to live.

Love was never in her mind as she was so sure that being a vampire princess meant it legal for her to be alone forever until she met Dr. Neil Neuron who would help her formulate the synthetic blood for the vampires.

A constant temptation was all about him. There was something ancient about the scientist that Anne's crystal ball couldn't see behind his genius brain and the drop-dead gorgeous feature was.

Curiosity could kill you. But it wouldn't matter if you were the vampire princess. Especially when you found out he was also an incubus, the perfect lover for a vampire princess.

Will Anne be able to resist falling for her handsome colleague? Or she'll be revealing more secrets after their one-night stand?

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-Anne-

Alone was all about who I was. I had been alone for more than a hundred years since the day I decided to leave my werewolf life behind. A life that was passed down to me from my werewolf ancestors.

It wasn't their fault that in the end, one of their descendants would have to bear to be cursed by the accidentally killed Trybrid that had the chance to blow its last magic before it died.

I, Anne, am a vampire now.

A curse descended on me, to be the immortal enemy of my ancestors, the werewolves. Thus, my whole family chose to leave their lives of being werewolves and lived for the rest of their lives as mere humans.

They loved me. They wanted me to be the protector of humans, their protector, so I could have a purpose for my undead immortal life. The vampire princess protected the humans in the Imperial Colony.

This damned curse. If only there was none, I could live my life as a hybrid. To walk in the daylight vampire. But then again, just like grandpa, I always thought that I wasn't born a werewolf. Hence, it becomes obvious when the curse happened.

It, I called that creature. The one attacked my great-grandmother until she couldn't shift into a werewolf anymore and died from cancer as a mere human. She was the protector of this old city, alongside with my great grandfather, Keanu Crane, who was an Empath, a powerful mind reader human who was killed by another kind of night creature. Not a werewolf, not a vampire. An ancient one that I am reluctant to say.

The IT blamed my great-grandmother who only normally killed the dangerous enemy who loved to massacre the humans. Humans were supposed to live in the future because they were the living, werewolves were supernatural, and vampires were the undead.

As I was one of the descendants of a strong werewolf clan that now already had been extinct, the moonlight still affected me in an unearthly way.

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