All Chapters of I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The woman stared at me, then snatched the juice. ‘Thanks, Miss Vance.’‘No worries,’ I said, smirking as I grabbed Yvaine’s arm and pulled her away.Behind us, the chatter died.Yvaine hissed, ‘Your stare just turned her skin fifty shades darker.’I chuckled. ‘I know their type. Keen to yap behind your back, yet freeze solid when you look them in the eye—especially in public.’We drifted towards the dessert tables—two twenty-metre feasts of cakes and champagne. With no immediate threat of juice assassination, I snagged a mini éclair and shoved it in my mouth.The gossiping ladies hovered nearby, eyes flicking between us and their empty glasses. Wisely, they switched targets and moved on to the Laurent family’s heir.‘A few years back, the Laurents didn’t even acknowledge that grandson of theirs. Didn’t give him a single share. Nada.’‘And yet he went off overseas and built his own company. Bigger than Laurent Global Holdings, from what I’ve heard.’‘Yeah, and I heard Edouard Laurent g

Yvaine suddenly found the floor fascinating. Her heels. A smudge on the carpet. Anything but my face.‘Yvaine,’ I said, sharper this time. ‘You know all the gossip in town. Spill.’She winced. ‘I didn’t want to tell you. Thought it might... I don’t know. Upset you.’‘Trust me,’ I said. ‘The only thing that could upset me right now is running out of alcohol.’Yvaine gave a guilty little shrug. ‘Fine. Yeah. They’re working together. Catherine’s his secretary now.’For a second, I thought I hadn’t heard her right. ‘Secretary? Like… scheduling and stuff?’‘Yeah.’I barked out a laugh, way too loud for a party this fancy. A few people glanced over. I didn’t care.Back when Rhys and I were a thing, I needed to book an appointment just to swing by his office with a sandwich.Now Catherine, whose only organisational skill was getting thrown out of a club in under ten minutes, got an all-access pass?‘Of course she is,’ I said, grabbing another drink off the tray of a passing waiter. ‘Of blood

Chaos was breaking out, but Yvaine wasn’t exactly losing. She’d landed a kick on everyone who came near, even knocked one guy flat on his arse.‘All those kickboxing classes finally paying off.’ She even had the time to gloat to me.I nodded at her.That was when Rhys finally decided to show up, fresh from whatever mirror he’d been admiring himself in.He took one look at the scene and his face went from ‘Skyline City heartthrob’ to ‘incoming category five hurricane’ in half a second.‘Mirabelle! What the hell are you doing? If you’re pissed off, take it out on me! Leave Catherine out of it!’ he snapped, storming towards me.Moving fast, he grabbed my wrist, trying to yank my hand out of Catherine’s hair.But I wasn’t letting go.‘You stay out of it!’ I snapped, tightening my grip. ‘You just assume it’s my fault without even asking, yeah?’‘You’re literally dragging Catherine around by her hair! Am I supposed to pretend I’m blind?’The room was full of Skyline’s top-tier elite—the typ

Thirty seconds later, the giant screen in the centre of the ballroom lit up, crystal-clear like some Hollywood premiere, every detail sharp enough to catch the sweat prickling on Catherine’s arms.From where I stood near the open door, I had the perfect view of the disaster unfolding downstairs.Rhys whipped around to stare at Catherine. ‘You said Mirabelle was stirring shit, pulling the tablecloth and trying to pin it on you. So explain to me why, in that footage, it’s your hand yanking the cloth, and Mira’s nowhere bloody near it?’Catherine burst into tears on cue, shaking so hard her diamond earrings rattled. She stammered for ages, blubbering, ‘Maybe I, I tugged it by accident? Mirabelle kept provoking me, and I panicked, I thought…’No one was buying it.Catherine grabbed Rhys’s sleeve. ‘Rhys, I didn’t mean to cause trouble! Mirabelle set me off!’Ashton cut in, ‘Miss Vance, the cameras record audio too. If you insist on your innocence, I can have them pull the full footage from

I didn’t even move. Something told me I didn’t need to.Before her palm could come down, a hand shot past my shoulder and clamped down on her wrist, shoved her backwards.Willow stumbled, arms flailing for balance.Her head whipped up, ready to mouth off, but the second she clocked Ashton’s face, she faltered.Hard to keep swinging when the guy pinning your arm looked like he could snap you in half for blinking wrong.She yanked her hand free with a pathetic little noise. ‘And who the hell are you?’ she barked. ‘Why’re you getting in the way? You…’Her voice got quieter the longer Ashton stared her down.Willow shifted from foot to foot, tried to size him up, and then her eyes flicked to me, and to the jacket hanging off my shoulders. ‘That’s his coat, right? Your new boyfriend?’She folded her arms, sneering. ‘When did you start sneaking around behind my brother’s back, huh? You bang on about Rhys cheating, but look at you! Wearing some random guy’s jacket like a badge of honour.’‘I