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Chapter 79 Ashton’s POV: Interrupted
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I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 86 Meet the Parents
I could feel every single set of eyes on us.Ashton was… well, Ashton.He looked like a walking piece of art.But not just beautiful.Dangerous-beautiful.Like one of those hyperrealistic 3D paintings of a cliff.Stare too long and you start to feel the drop.Me? I wasn’t bad either.Maybe a little less angelic than him, but definitely more than presentable.But I could tell it wasn’t the looks that had frozen the room.It was the way I was linking arms with him—easy, intimate, completely unselfconscious.Thanks to our multiple rehearsals (which, fine, had paid off), we didn’t look like a party fling.We looked like the real thing.I could practically see the thought bubbles forming above every head:‘Isn’t that Mirabelle Vance?’‘Wasn’t she engaged to Rhys Granger?’‘Didn’t she cause a scene at the last Laurent event?’‘How is she not blacklisted?’But the main headline was clear:‘What the hell is she doing with Ashton Laurent?’The whispers started immediately.We reached the centr
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 85 Paused on the Brink
He crossed his legs—tight, like that was the only thing stopping him from yanking me closer.I could feel his control slipping.His fingers clenched the sofa cushion like he needed an anchor.Damn, he was fighting hard.I could see it all over him.Then, suddenly, he snapped.Not in a wild, throw-me-down way.No, he slammed his palm into his other hand, like he was physically trying to shake himself out of whatever trance I’d pulled him into.He pushed up to stand, but my arms stayed locked around his neck, not ready to let go.He swore under his breath.Then he kissed me again, fast, hard, breathless.‘Don’t look at me like that,’ he muttered against my lips. ‘Or I’ll…’His words barely registered in my mind.I was already drunk on the taste of him, high on the heat, melting into him.Then he lifted me, carried me towards the stairs.One moment, I was in his lap, and the next, I was on my back, flat against the sheets in my room.Then he…Left.The door clicked shut behind him.Soft,
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 84 Final Rehearsal
‘I admit nothing. When I choose to come back has absolutely zilch to do with you. Same goes for whether you hit Eliza Black’s deadline—none of it’s my problem. So stop projecting.’Violet let out a derisive hum, clearly not buying a word I said.‘Fine,’ she said, looking all pleased with herself. ‘Even if you agreed to come back, it’s too late. I’ve already set things up with Eliza. She’s gonna blow up at the film festival in a few days, and once she posts about me on social media, I’ll be a star designer. You won’t even be able to carry my bags, let alone keep up with me.’I walked back to my desk, letting her ramble on while I ignored her.Violet had no clue.She was about to find out the hard way that with all her rush and last-minute changes to the designs, there was no way she was going to hit the mark.I wouldn’t be surprised if poor Eliza Black ended up looking like a fool at the film festival.***After that little verbal cage match, Violet actually chilled out.She was too bu
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 83 Meltdown Mode
The night sucked.Cold sheets.No sleep.Just me and my traitor brain spinning circles.In the morning, I saw his shoes by the door.That meant he’d come back sometime in the dead of night but was now gone again.I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t disappointed.But work slammed into me, and I buried myself in it.I spent the next few days camped out at Moss & Flame, working ten-hour shifts hunched over gem settings and wax casts.Came home too wrecked to care about anything, let alone our ‘rehearsal’.Ashton was apparently busy too.No sign of him for days.Not even a shadow in the hallway.Our whole flirt-to-convince-the-family thing?Dead in the water.Which—fine by me.Sort of.Ashton was hot, yeah, but cuddling with someone that good-looking without actual benefits was borderline torture.Then, finally, something worth celebrating: I wrapped up the custom set for Octavia Grey.Handmade, hand-set, one-of-a-kind, absolute knockout.And too precious to be entrusted to couriers.I took them
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 82 Pick Up Where We Left Off
One month later, I found Isobel walking to her car alone.I waited by the boot, yanked a sack over her head, dragged her behind the bleachers, and beat the smug out of her.She never saw me.No one did.Then I did it again.And again.Every week, like clockwork.Every time she showed up to school with a bruise or a limp, I made damn sure I had an airtight alibi.Isobel cracked fast.Couldn’t hack it without her little entourage flapping around her.By week five of getting jumped out of nowhere, she quit showing up altogether.Her parents yanked her out and shipped her off to a boarding school overseas.With her gone, the bullies backed off.Guess they figured I might put a bag over their heads next.But I didn’t come out unscathed either.I was sixteen.I’d barely kissed a boy, let alone fought off some drunk creep in an abandoned building.So yeah, maybe that night carved something jagged into me.Maybe that’s why I took up boxing.A hand waved in front of my face. ‘Hello? You heard
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 81 Ghost from the Past
I didn’t even glance at her.Just kept shovelling spicy chicken over rice into my mouth.Serenna dropped herself into the seat opposite mine and dumped her shopping bags onto the floor.She huffed. ‘Not gonna talk? Last time we saw each other, you slapped me and ripped out a chunk of my hair. It still hasn’t grown back, by the way. You’ve got some nerve not showing up to apologise. Now you’re blanking me like I don’t exist. Ever heard of basic manners?’‘Manners? You’re the one who sat down without an invitation, is currently spraying spit all over my jerk chicken, and occupying a seat an actual paying customer might want. So unless you’re planning to order something, eat it, and shut up, I suggest you find the nearest exit and flounce right back out.’Her mouth opened, then closed.She choked on her own comeback for a second, probably trying to decide if she should scream or sulk.Then her face lit up with petty delight.‘I just figured you might want some company,’ she said, voice s
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