Craving Touch, I Wed My Ex-Fiancé's Nemesis

Chapter 3 Poisonous Tongue and Deal

Word Count: 665 | Released on: 04/08/2026

ng rage. The public humiliation of the slap

strode forward and seized her wrist, his

clenched teeth. He started dragg

suffocating revulsion returned. The peace she had felt just seco

ed them go, a flicker of something cold and unreadable in

to play the peacemaker. "Juston, d

ooking back. Chanel froze, her fac

estroom, slamming the door shut behind them.

ssed, his handsome face twisted with fury. "Who the hell do

symptoms made her head spin. She fumbl

e down, and dumped its contents onto the marble countertop. S

eyes filled with contempt. "Can't you live witho

him, and for the first time, she saw the full, ugly tru

watched him with a strange, new calmnes

twisted it open, and shook a few tablets into her palm.

inst the wall, forcing her breathing to even out,

ge. He grabbed her chin,

led. "Six years ago, you'd be dead on the street if it wasn'

fire. The deepest, most s

you a life of luxury. And this is how you repay me?" Ju

es, she was nothing more than a charity ca

him further. He thou

y damn comfortable falling into his arms, didn't you?"

oice hoarse but clear. "

ever said anything so blunt,

s pure fury. "Sick? Good. That's good,

gance returned, but his eyes were cold and calculating now. He was looki

e said slowly, "I have an idea. A way to s

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Craving Touch, I Wed My Ex-Fiancé's Nemesis

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“For six years, Anastasia lived as the obedient, traumatized fiancée of Juston Cross, relying on his wealthy family after a fire destroyed her own. But during a high-society gathering, Juston publicly humiliated her just to make his mistress, Chanel, smile. Then, he dragged Anastasia away and made an absurd demand. He ordered her to marry another man. "Chanel's family is forcing her to marry Ennis Sharpe, and it would destroy her. You marry him instead. It's a fake marriage so Chanel can be free." Juston commanded her coldly, reminding her that she would be dead in the gutter if his family hadn't taken her in. He expected her to obediently act as a human shield for his true love, arrogantly promising he would take her back once the dust settled. Looking at the man she had devoted herself to, Anastasia finally saw the grotesque truth. Six years of enduring his emotional abuse were a joke. She was just a pathetic charity case to be used and discarded. Instead of crying or begging, Anastasia calmly agreed to his plan. She walked straight to Ennis Sharpe-the dangerous, powerful heir, and the only man whose mere touch miraculously cured her crippling panic attacks. "I need a legal husband, and you need a wife. It's a fair trade." She didn't just want an escape. She was going to become Mrs. Sharpe, partner with the enemy, and make the Cross family pay for everything they stole.”