Semua Bab I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Bab 101 - Bab 110

I was flicking through crap cable channels when a nurse came in.‘Mrs Laurent, there’s a man outside who wants to see you.’I sat up. ‘Did he give a name?’‘A Rhys Granger.’I sat back down. ‘I’m not receiving visitors.’‘Noted.’She came back a minute later. ‘He says he has urgent business to discuss and refuses to leave.’‘Call security.’‘Got it, Mrs Laurent.’Two hours later, my phone lit up with Louisa Granger’s name.I almost didn’t answer. I should’ve followed that instinct.She launched into it before I even said hello.Once I heard enough to get the gist, I cut her off, ‘Aunt Louisa, it wasn’t me. I didn’t take those photos. And I certainly didn’t leak the news.’‘I know, I trust you, it’s just that… Rhys says you were the only one he ran into at the hospital.’I borrowed Ashton’s line. ‘It’s a public place. Plenty of people come and go. And Rhys and Catherine were talking in a hallway. I saw them. So did the nurse. So did at least two dozen other people walking by at the tim

Violet hadn’t designed them.She’d copied every piece.Not ‘borrowed’, not ‘inspired’—straight-up copy-pasted.The original was from a niche brand based in Antwerp, called Roux & Lune.They didn’t have much of a social media presence and managed barely two, three dozen sales a year.Their stuff wasn’t trending. Their designer didn’t even show her face.The business looked more like a pet project for some rich girl with too much time and daddy’s money.But during uni, my design professor had mentioned the brand in passing.I’d looked them up that night and bookmarked the whole site.And I’d followed their updates ever since.I placed the livestream screenshots of Eliza Black side by side with Roux & Lune’s catalogue photos.Not one alteration. Violet hadn’t even bothered to change the clasp.I frowned and turned to her.She was still smirking, a hip planted smugly on the edge of my desk, looking down at me through her thick lashes.‘Still staring? Babe, I hate to break it to you, but t

Savannah thumped her fist on a desk.A mug jumped up, crashed to the floor with a thud that shut everyone up.Violet turned to her. ‘You saw that, right? She panicked. She’s hiding something.’I faced Savannah too. ‘For the last time, it wasn’t me.’‘Enough!’ Savannah shouted again. She looked as if she’d aged ten years in as many minutes. ‘This whole mess started because someone copied a damn design. That’s the core of it. Who leaked it doesn’t matter. Violet Lin, you copied. That’s fact. Yes or no?’‘I…’ Violet bit her lip. ‘I only did it for Nyx. I thought—’Savannah slammed both hands on the table. Pencil holders rattled. One toppled, spilling half its contents.‘We’re being shredded online! I had a whole launch planned after this! And you blew it! Now, fix it.’‘H-how?’ Viol

Days passed, and good things just kept coming.The Isobel Brooke case had barely been wrapped up when Finn dropped the next bombshell: Rhys’s defamation case was going to trial soon.I’d been fuming about it for weeks, but after a month of waiting, my anger had dulled to a simmer.I handed the whole thing over to Finn and wasn’t about to waste my time showing up to court.With the LGH lawyer team on his side, Finn had the case wrapped up with hardly any effort.In the end, the court ruled in my favour. Rhys had to pay me twenty grand and issue a public apology.I heard from Finn that Rhys, apparently too busy planning his wedding to bother showing up, had sent his lawyer instead.And he dragged his feet on the apology. I knew what he was thinking: he believed if he buried his head in the sand long enough, the whole thing would just go away.But Finn and team hounded him daily, threatening to take him back to court for refusing to comply with the judgment.In the end, Rhys had no choic

The car wasn’t crowded at all.Gino and Dominic had long since made themselves scarce.Ashton sat with the takeaway bag beside him. He lowered the temperature in the car until the faint flush on Mirabelle’s cheeks subsided.The windows had a tinted glaze to protect them from prying eyes.Mirabelle removed a bottled water from the minifridge and drank.‘Is this Carmen’s cooking?’ she asked, eyeing the box suspiciously.‘Yes,’ he said absently. A few water droplets had dribbled down her chin. She was licking her lips.She looked at him. ‘You really didn’t have to bring me lunch. There are plenty of places to eat around here. And it’s not exactly on your way.’It wasn’t. Not even close. It was a forty-minute detour with traffic and a minor detonation of his schedule.But Ashton hadn’t been thinking logically when he’d spotted her with Finn Carter. Logic had left the building the second he saw that man’s hands on her shoulders.‘I happened to be nearby,’ he lied smoothly.She shrugged. ‘A