The Billionaire She Rejected

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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Riley's POV

I wasn't supposed to be there.

I was not supposed to walk into the conference room so early, but I did.

And I wasn't supposed to see my boyfriend of three years, Eric, tangled between my boss's legs on her desk, but I did.

I stood in the doorway, frozen, watching the scene play out like a sick nightmare I could not wake up from.

Her moans echoed in my ears, burning into my brain, branding me with betrayal.

My heart didn't just break, it splintered, slowly, painfully. I felt like I was outside my body, watching my entire world collapse in slow motion.

Tears gushed out rapidly from my eyes. And I pinched myself to confirm that what I'm seeing is an illusion.

But trust me, some truths are very hard to swallow.

I was struggling so hard to breathe, my heart ached so painfully, as if it was about to burst from my chest.

They didn't even notice me at first.

They were so lost in their ecstasy.

He was too deep in the moment, in her.

I dropped the reports I was holding.

The papers fluttered to the floor, and that sound, light, almost delicate, shattered the illusion and pulled them both back to reality.

Eric turned, and the moment his eyes met mine, his face crumbled.

He was shocked to see me.

Immediately, he sprang off from her, started buttoning up his shirt and trousers.

He couldn't even find where he dropped his belt.

He turned fully to face me with shame and guilt written all over his face.

"Riley,,"

"Don't," I cut him off, my voice sharp and ice cold. I couldn't afford to hear his excuses, right here, in front of her.

My boss, Celeste, looked completely unfazed. She stood up, buttoning her silk blouse slowly, with practiced ease, like she had planned every second of this, and already knew she had won.

Maybe she has.

"You were not supposed to be in until ten," she smugly said.

I did not respond.

I turned, heels clicking against the tile as I walked away, blinking hard to hold back the tears, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. Silence was the only power I had left.

But my soul felt like it was bleeding.

****

I had no idea how I made it home.

My legs carried me, but my mind was somewhere else. In the silence of my apartment, the reality set in. Three years.

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