Semua Bab I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Rhys shook his head so hard he almost toppled off the barstool.His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my hand as he reached for it again.‘Stop it!’ I snapped, yanking it back. ‘Don’t touch me.’He looked so damn pathetic.He opened his mouth—to apologise, maybe—but all that slurred out was, ‘You’ve got to lisss…’I gave him a shove. Not hard.But he still went down like a sack of wet laundry, collapsing sideways off the stool and hitting the floor with a thud.‘For God’s sake,’ I muttered.He made no effort to get up. Just sat there, back against the bar, legs splayed, head drooping onto his chest.Yvaine poked him with the tip of her high heel. ‘He’s not dead, is he?’‘Still breathing… I think.’ I leaned down for a closer look and nearly toppled over myself.The room swayed. Suddenly, there

Ashton’s pulse surged, his body burning with an intensity that made him want to tear off his shirt, shred his coat, and set fire to his trousers.The source of the heat was currently twined around him like a vine, rubbing against him like a cat marking its territory.After she’d kissed him—long, hard, like she was reclaiming all the oxygen he’d stolen from her earlier—she’d hung to him like a tree sloth.He’d held her there, standing.They stayed like that until she was beginning to nod off.Gently, he tried to pry her hand from his neck.‘Come on, you need sleep,’ he murmured, voice rough.‘No…’ she protested, her grip tightening on him. ‘Clothes. Off.’‘You want me to take off your clothes? Change you into pyjamas?’ He was dying to oblige.‘No. You. Clothes. Off.’‘Mira—’‘O

Emmett leaned back into the sofa, face blank, shirt still spattered red.Ashton stepped forward. ‘Emmett, whatever happened, this isn’t the place to deal with it. He needs a hospital. Unless you’re really planning to let him bleed out in your sister’s living room.’‘Mr Laurent,’ he said, flat and clipped. ‘This is my family’s problem. Not yours.’Under any other circumstances, Ashton would’ve walked out or started swinging.Instead, he took half a step back and adjusted his tone like he was trying not to spook a wild animal.‘Emmett. I’m not here to interfere. Cassian’s a friend. I’m just asking you to let him get medical attention. He’s in no shape to argue. Neither are we, if something worse happens tonight.’‘He’s not dying,’ Emmett said without even looking at Cassian. ‘I didn’t go for the kill. He brought t

One of the men at the table looked up and squinted.‘Hey. Who the hell are you? How’d you get in here?’Another twisted around and whistled. ‘Who ordered a call girl?’‘Not me.’‘You stupid fuck, that’s not a call girl. Not dressed like that.’I walked in.A guy with patchy facial hair stood up and waved a hand. ‘Alright, seriously, who even are you?’I kicked aside a banana peel on the floor and said, ‘I’m the one who pays the rent.’The laughter came immediately.‘This place belongs to Priya. You her stalker or something?’I stared at the ceiling and exhaled hard through my nose. ‘Funny. No one told me the flat changed its last name to Sharma.’That finally got them quiet.Neal had turned around, gaping.Leila Sharma rushed out of the kitchen.Rohan popped up from the sofa

Miss Davis taught literature at Westbridge Prep when I was there.Fresh out of uni, looked about twenty. Always wore long white dresses. Thick brown braids. Smelled like toner and rosemary. Carried a canvas tote with busted straps and wrote in red pen, not green like the others.She wasn’t scared of Isobel Brooke.The other teachers acted like they couldn’t see a girl getting shoved into lockers. Miss Davis dragged Isobel into her office every other week and gave her a talking-to.It didn’t stop everything, but it kept Isobel on a shorter leash.When I reported Isobel to the police, the school freaked.Only one teacher backed me up.The rest kept their mouths shut and stuck to the script: ‘Just kids being kids.’The case was dropped after my parents took the Brookes’ money.Miss Davis left a month later.Rumour said she’d been fired.I never saw her again.After uni, I tried to track her down.But Davis was a common surname, and there were simply too many of them online.Caroline’s vo