All Chapters of I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rhys staggered backwards, arms flailing like someone had yanked the battery out of his spine.Ashton didn’t let up.While Rhys was still trying to figure out which direction gravity was pulling him, Ashton calmly slipped off his watch and shoved it into his pocket.Then he cracked his neck and grabbed Rhys by the collar.And started swinging.One punch.Then another.And another.Until I’d lost count.Until Rhys was spitting blood and barely holding himself upright, body folding like wet cardboard.And Ashton still wasn’t done.He let Rhys drop like a sack of compost.Then he strolled over and stomped him in the gut.Not once.Repeatedly.Real slow. Real controlled.Every hit got another mouthful of blood out of Rhys, like some horrific vending machine.‘Ashton!’ I lunged forward, grabbing his arm with both hands. ‘Jesus, you’ll kill him! Stop!’He turned to look at me.I almost flinched.His eyes were so blue they were almost black, holding a kind of still fury that made my stomach t

Rhys was chained to a chair.Hands cuffed. Ankles shackled. Designer shirt wrinkled beyond salvation.The cops had rattled off a laundry list of charges: ‘Theft. Breaking and entering. Trespassing. Assault. Disturbing the peace. Kidnapping.’Rhys screeched. ‘You’ve got it all wrong! That’s my fiancée! We just had a little lovers’ spat, that’s all!’One of the officers didn’t even look up from his notes. ‘You stole a passcard to Oakwood Apartments. Broke into her flat. Dragged her out against her will. That’s not a spat, Mr Granger. That’s criminal trespass. And according to our records, she’s not your fiancée. You two broke off the engagement. You’re strangers.’Rhys opened his mouth, closed it, then blinked. Hard.Technically true. But still. Bit harsh.‘Look at me!’ he whined. ‘I’m the one bleeding! Check out the bruises! I’m the real victim here. Arrest Ashton Laurent while you’re at it—he’s the one who smashed my face in!’Another officer raised an eyebrow. ‘Given the circumstance

Finn pulled a face. ‘Please don’t remind me that, as a fully grown, gainfully employed adult, my big Friday night plan is sharing reheated lasagne with my judgemental cat.’ He flashed another grin at me. ‘You’re at least better company. And less judgemental, I hope.’I laughed. ‘Alright then. Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.’We got in the lift.Seeing a familiar face here felt like a little cosmic pat on the back.Once we were in a conference room, I handed him my phone. ‘Someone’s been spreading lies about me. Can I sue?’Finn scrolled through the screenshots, his jaw tightening. ‘Jesus, these people are savage. Yeah, if all this is made-up, it’s definitely defamation. You can go civil, or even criminal if you want to push it. That kind of shit’s not protected.’‘I’m sure it’s all lies. Every word.’Finn scrolled again, slower this time, then frowned. ‘Wait. The guy who sent all this… Rhys Granger?’I nodded.His head snapped up. ‘The same Rhys who…?’Another nod from me. This time with

Rhys blinked.He looked mildly concussed, and maybe he was.Then he snarled, ‘Why the hell should I? She poured the damn drink on purpose, she hit Catherine, you hit me. Now you want us to say sorry?’He looked around as if looking for support.Too bad no one was on his side.Every guest was shouting for him to apologise.Some even pulled out their phones—classic Skyline behaviour. Justice via Instagram Live.Rhys glared at me.His whole body was shaking.If we’d been alone, I bet he’d have swung back.But we weren’t.He might be stupid, but no way was he hitting a woman on camera.So he used his mouth instead.‘Mirabelle, who the hell do you think you are? You cheated, you ran off with some other guy, you broke off the engagement. If anyone should apologise, it’s you.’I smiled. ‘You’re saying I cheated?’Rhys went red. Loud red. ‘Yes! You cheated!’‘You’re saying I ran off with some random guy?’‘Damn right! You’re heartless. You slept around while we were still together, then dumpe

The second Rhys and Catherine vanished from Yvaine’s party, the vibe bounced right back like they’d never existed.Yvaine was in her element, gliding from group to group like she’d grown up on a champagne tray.She laughed too loud, hugged too many people, and somehow remembered everyone’s dog’s name.It was her birthday, after all, so every time someone raised a glass, she drank like it was her duty.I kept an eye on her between sips of my own watered-down cocktail.Meanwhile, Cassian had parked himself beside me with a drink he didn’t touch and a smile that was trying a little too hard.He asked where I was from, what I did, whether I preferred Cosmopolitan or Old Fashioned—but he wasn’t fooling anyone.He knew, and he was dying to get the story behind why his good friend Ashton had suddenly decided to wife me up.I played dumb, smiled sweetly, and answered every question without telling him a damn thing.When the party finally broke up, Yvaine found me, clung to my arm and slurred,