Chapter 26 Ashton’s POV: Gladiator Style

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• I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis   Chapter 60 Left out of the Loop

  The second Rhys and Catherine vanished from Yvaine’s party, the vibe bounced right back like they’d never existed.Yvaine was in her element, gliding from group to group like she’d grown up on a champagne tray.She laughed too loud, hugged too many people, and somehow remembered everyone’s dog’s name.It was her birthday, after all, so every time someone raised a glass, she drank like it was her duty.I kept an eye on her between sips of my own watered-down cocktail.Meanwhile, Cassian had parked himself beside me with a drink he didn’t touch and a smile that was trying a little too hard.He asked where I was from, what I did, whether I preferred Cosmopolitan or Old Fashioned—but he wasn’t fooling anyone.He knew, and he was dying to get the story behind why his good friend Ashton had suddenly decided to wife me up.I played dumb, smiled sweetly, and answered every question without telling him a damn thing.When the party finally broke up, Yvaine found me, clung to my arm and slurred,

• I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis   Chapter 59 Rhys’s POV: Two Hundred Grand

  After leaving Yvaine’s party, Rhys and Catherine didn’t speak a word.Neither of them had the energy to fake it.The whole night had been one long humiliation marathon, and they were both too pissed to bother pretending otherwise.At the kerb, Rhys pulled his coat tighter and grunted, ‘Wait here. I’ll get the car.’‘Fine,’ Catherine muttered.He’d barely turned the corner when some guy leapt out of the flowerbed, nearly scaring Catherine into an early grave.‘Cathy!’ the boy hissed.He couldn’t have been older than twenty, and he was wearing a rent-a-cop uniform two sizes too big.She recognised him instantly and dragged him right back behind the bushes by the scruff of his sleeve.Her nails dug into his arm.‘Are you insane?’ she hissed, wild-eyed. ‘I told you not to contact me! How the hell did you even find me? If anyone sees us—Jesus, I’m screwed.’He shook her off, flicked a half-smoked cigarette onto the ground.‘Couldn’t reach you on the phone,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Had to co

• I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis   Chapter 58 Evidence On a Silver Platter

  Rhys blinked.He looked mildly concussed, and maybe he was.Then he snarled, ‘Why the hell should I? She poured the damn drink on purpose, she hit Catherine, you hit me. Now you want us to say sorry?’He looked around as if looking for support.Too bad no one was on his side.Every guest was shouting for him to apologise.Some even pulled out their phones—classic Skyline behaviour. Justice via Instagram Live.Rhys glared at me.His whole body was shaking.If we’d been alone, I bet he’d have swung back.But we weren’t.He might be stupid, but no way was he hitting a woman on camera.So he used his mouth instead.‘Mirabelle, who the hell do you think you are? You cheated, you ran off with some other guy, you broke off the engagement. If anyone should apologise, it’s you.’I smiled. ‘You’re saying I cheated?’Rhys went red. Loud red. ‘Yes! You cheated!’‘You’re saying I ran off with some random guy?’‘Damn right! You’re heartless. You slept around while we were still together, then dumpe

• I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis   Chapter 57 Fists Speak Louder

  Yvaine had just dumped the pics into half a dozen group chats without a single caption.Then her gang kicked off their performance like it was rehearsed.Voices up, filters off.‘Is that Catherine Vance?’‘Sure is. Lucky gal. Had Rhys Granger wrapped round her finger back in the day, dumped him, disappeared overseas for years, and still crawled back into his bed like nothing happened.’‘Deadass. Word is, he’s paying her to be his secretary now. Like, girl didn’t even study anything close to that.’‘Please, I heard she majored in interior design or something, nothing to do with admin.’‘Nepotism much?’‘Bet they do role-play in the office. “Mr Granger, I need a raise…” Bitch, please, we know how you’re earning that bonus.’They didn’t even bother whispering.If anything, they leaned in louder, like they were auditioning for Mean Girls: The Grown-Ass Version.Rhys and Catherine were maybe two feet away, and their faces said everything.Pale, pissed, cornered.Catherine blinked fast, lik

• I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis   Chapter 56 Out for Blood

  Finn pulled a face. ‘Please don’t remind me that, as a fully grown, gainfully employed adult, my big Friday night plan is sharing reheated lasagne with my judgemental cat.’ He flashed another grin at me. ‘You’re at least better company. And less judgemental, I hope.’I laughed. ‘Alright then. Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.’We got in the lift.Seeing a familiar face here felt like a little cosmic pat on the back.Once we were in a conference room, I handed him my phone. ‘Someone’s been spreading lies about me. Can I sue?’Finn scrolled through the screenshots, his jaw tightening. ‘Jesus, these people are savage. Yeah, if all this is made-up, it’s definitely defamation. You can go civil, or even criminal if you want to push it. That kind of shit’s not protected.’‘I’m sure it’s all lies. Every word.’Finn scrolled again, slower this time, then frowned. ‘Wait. The guy who sent all this… Rhys Granger?’I nodded.His head snapped up. ‘The same Rhys who…?’Another nod from me. This time with

• I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis   Chapter 55 Viral Group Chat

  Rhys disappeared from my life.I didn’t care if he was in jail or in a hospital, as long as he wasn’t six feet under.It was a fine Friday, I was at the Nyx Collective studio admiring the necklace I’d just designed.I’d used my employee perks to get it custom-made—my design, my materials, my signature, my everything.There was literally only one of these in the world.And in two days, it was going to be Yvaine’s birthday present.I’d barely had time to breathe in its perfection when my phone lit up with Yvaine’s name.Shit. Had she somehow found out?Surprise ruined.I picked up, bracing myself.Instead, I got:‘That dickstain! Next time I see him, I’m stapling his lying mouth shut. The balls on him, spewing bullshit like he’s got a diploma in defamation. Did he eat shame for breakfast or was he just born this scummy?’‘Whoa, slow down, what happened?’ I asked.‘Check your phone. I just sent you some screenshots. That sewer rat’s mouthing off again.’I opened the images.‘Are you kidd