Novel & Cerita I Slapped My Fiancé—then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

“If we just got to know each other like regular people, you’d see that.” He exhales slowly, contemplating my words. “When you met your last boyfriend, did you think he was the type who would cheat on you?” He pauses for a moment. “I never thought Bianca would bail on me and our wedding.” “Has she ever explained herself?” I can’t help but feel curious about his past. He stands in silence for a long moment, gazing out over the city. “There was a note… something about getting lost in my world.” After another pause, he turns to look at me. “Look, this contract isn’t just about protecting my feelings and my money.”

I looked away. "I really don't understand. You've always been in love with me. You know that. And you know I love you too. We were about to get married. Why are you doing this to me? Is it really just because of that slap?" It was still the same question he had asked from the very beginning. And my answer was the same, without a second of hesitation. "Sì. Just because of that slap. And because of what I heard that day." Sally did not slap me out of pure emotion. It was not just a moment of losing control. I heard everything.

Laid all my desires and dreams just so I could earn a nickel of love from them! Six years of tears and loneliness even when I was married to one of the most reputable billionaire's in the state! Six years I had slaved myself for his love. And what did I get? A knife to my fucking back. The anger burned in me so painfully, I didn't think before I raised my hand and backhanded right in the face. His face whipped to the side with so much force and I held a wince back and I felt the sharp sting that spread in my hand from the hit.

I asked. "I do." He answered. "Gosh! do you like it?" I asked. "I do."He answered. " Jeez! do you like her already?" I asked. "I do."He answered. " Does that mean you will marry her?"I asked. "I will."She answered and I became very sad. I went to the screen that turned on few minutes ago but was now switched off. " If you can hear me, please tell your servers to stop dressing like pro-stitute, one of them had just stolen the heart of my boyfriend."I said.

"do you think I care?" "please, what do you want I’m sorry for slapping you” she was going to cry any minute now. "simple, marry me." "what, your simply asking as if you want a samosa from a shop, are you kidding me?" "obviously a business tycoon like me wouldn't be interested in you, instead I will have my revenge by the hook or the crook, I want to ruin your life, no one has ever laid a finger on me including my parents but you bloody hell had the nerve to slap me so this is my way of taking my revenge and every second you would regret slapping me either by marrying me or by your sister's death” he clenched his jaw and banged the table gaining some people's attention.

“Mom had I knew it earlier that he is going to be married to Tristan the boy I loved since childhood, the billionaire, I would have never let her marry him. It is all because of you, they were here for me, if you wouldn’t have said a freaking lie that I am suffering from a cancer I would have married to him instead of that douchebag, I hate her for snatching my destiny. He might have been relaxing and enjoying a luxurious life living in that mansion living owning the world most handsome husband. It’s all because of you.”

“Thinking about what? The man you left me for?” My eyes shot up to his. “There was no one else,” I said quickly. He let out a dry, bitter laugh. It was short and cold. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You disappeared. There was no goodbye, no explanation. I heard you married someone rich.” “That is not true,” I said and my voice was tight. “Then why are you here now?” he asked. “For five million dollars?” I felt heat rushed to my cheeks and I couldn’t look him in the eye.

The knot inside her chest pulsed with exhausted anger. Then, like a breaking wave that had to hit the cliff to prove it was real, Elena stepped forward until she was almost on him. Her hand rose in a clean, fierce arc—less theatrical than necessary, more precise and final—and the sound the slap made was sharp and immediate in the quiet room. Damian’s face turned, the red bloom spreading across one cheek like a tide. He reached up with a stunned, reflexive motion as if the world had shifted and he had to steady himself. The surprise in his eyes was not only at the physical sting but at the human fracture the slap symbolized: a contract broken in a way neither legal papers nor boardrooms could

I said finally with a raw voice, “Elena,” Mom blinked once, slowly, “And?” I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “She was radiant. Confidence. Successful. Surrounded by investors. She was with these two men, one of whom I did not know—Derek, and the other was Max, from college.” Mom's brows arched, “The billionaire philanthropist?” “Yes,” I spat the word, “He showed up acting like he owns her. Like he has every right to be there. And that other idiot—Derek—hovering around her as if he discovered gold.”

“Great. Just great.” She glanced around dramatically. “Traveling with Lucian Voss now? Bold move.” “Mind your own business.” “Oh, I am,” she said sweetly. “Just looking out for my friend. You sure you’re not jumping from one billionaire to another a little fast?” I laughed, cold and sharp. “Says the woman who jumped into my fiancé’s bed the same day of our wedding.” Her smile faltered for half a second. “That was… complicated.” “Yeah. Complicated like betrayal usually is.”