All Chapters of I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Of course she didn’t believe me.Catherine crossed her arms. ‘All just your tricks. You say you want out, but you’re clinging to him every chance you get. Now that he’s finally interested in me, you’re pulling stunts to drag him back.’I wanted to throw up my arms like a cartoon character. It was like talking to a wall.‘Catherine,’ I said, gritting my teeth, ‘Rhys isn’t refusing to end it because he’s still obsessed with me. He’s doing it because he’s terrified of what the tabloids will say. He’s doing it because he’s too much of a coward to tell his mummy no. The same goes for you. You’re coming at me because you’re too scared to pick a fight with Rhys or Louisa. You two really are a match made in dysfunctional heaven.’‘It’s not like that! Rhys is just worried about his mum’s health. That’s why he won’t end things yet.’‘Right. And you, standing here hissing at me to tell Louisa about your little love story with Rhys—means you’re obviously not worried about her health at all, right

I looked at her. ‘You do realise I wasn’t the only one at that party? Even if I say nothing, other people talk.’‘Except you and me, no one else from Nyx was at that party. They don’t run in that crowd. If you keep quiet, no one here needs to know a thing.’‘Relax. I’ve got better things to do than rehash your embarrassing five minutes of fame.’I made another attempt to leave, but Violet clearly wasn’t done with her one-woman paranoia parade.‘As long as you don’t tell anyone I nicked the prototype, I won’t show anyone that little video of you going full WWE at the party. Fair?’Oh. So we were doing blackmail now. Fun.I stared her down. ‘You think I care if they find out I threw a punch?’Yes, some people at Nyx liked me. Yes, I had work friends.But they weren’t ride-or-dies, more like Monday-to-Friday lunch pals.‘Go ahead and tell whoever you want. I’m not the one who stole from the company.’Violet’s mouth twisted. ‘Of course you care. You looked like a lunatic, and I’ve got it

Dominic waited until Mirabelle Vance disappeared down the street before heading back in, the laundry bag dangling from his arm.At the front desk, one of the reception girls stopped him.‘Dom, who was that just now?’She was trying to play it casual, but he could see the regret all over her face.She’d clearly clocked Mirabelle as some nobody earlier and now wanted a do-over.‘She didn’t give her name. Is she really here to see the big boss? How come she doesn’t have an appointment? I thought—’‘Stop asking so many questions,’ Dominic said, barely slowing down. ‘Next time she shows up, don’t make her wait. Let her through straightaway. Got it?’The girl swallowed. ‘Y-yeah. Got it.’Dominic hit the lift and rode up to the sixty-eighth floor, where the C-suite had their offices.His boss was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to him.Dominic wasn’t sure if he was watching the skyline or tracking Mirabelle’s movement.He placed the laundry bag on a nearby coffee table.‘B

When Mirabelle knocked, Ashton was rinsing grime off his hands.He’d just been down in the stairwell, flipping the main breaker.Manufactured blackout.It wasn’t an original move, but it was effective.Three days.He’d given her three whole days to respond.She hadn’t.He was already losing his mind.He’d spent the entire day in the office glued to his phone.Every notification made his pulse spike, but none of the messages was from her.Cassian had asked him out for drinks that evening but he shut it down.He was too restless, too wired.Having wrapped his work early, he drove straight to Oakwood Apartments.He knew she was in her flat, but if she wouldn’t come to him, then…He cut the power.A minute later, he was in the stairwell, fiddling with the fuse box while she held up her phone as a torch.A few seconds later, the lights snapped back on.‘Thanks!’ Mirabelle sounded relieved. ‘I’ll go check if everything’s okay.’‘Just a minute.’ Ashton turned. ‘Miss Vance, have you made up y

‘Hi, yeah, I’d like to report stolen property. A vintage brooch, pearls and diamonds, easily worth seven figures. If someone refuses to return it, does that count as grand larceny? What kind of sentence are we talking—ten years minimum?’‘What the hell are you doing?!’ Caroline shrieked, full banshee mode. ‘Have you lost your mind? Put that phone down!’She lunged from the sofa.One slipper flew off mid-sprint, but she didn’t even notice.Too busy flailing at me, trying to snatch the phone from my hand.I stepped back calmly, dodging her grab like we were doing slow-mo tai chi.‘Too late. I already called the cops. They said they’re on their way.’Caroline froze.Her legs went wobbly like someone pulled the plug on her spine.‘You called the police? Over this little thing? Are you insane?’‘Oh, now it’s just “a little thing”?’ I folded my arms. ‘If it’s so unimportant, why’ve you spent the last ten minutes playing keep-away?’‘You don’t call the police on your mother!’ she shrieked. ‘