I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I was half-dead on the couch, scrolling through dog videos for inspiration, when someone started pounding on the door.

I didn’t order food. Yvaine wasn’t coming tonight.

And you needed a building pass just to get on my floor, so that left...

Sighing, I opened the door.

Yep. Rhys Granger, looking like someone had pissed in his Cristal.

‘Nope,’ I said immediately and went to slam it shut.

He shoved a foot in. ‘You dodging me now? I’ve got something to say!’

‘Say it. Then leave.’

‘If you married that guy just to spite me, you win. Fine. You win. I’m here now. You got what you wanted.’

I laughed. ‘You think I got married to piss you off?’

‘Didn’t you?’ he said, jaw tight. ‘You’ve been into me since we were kids. You don’t just flip a switch and stop. Everything you’re doing right now is just a game.’

Oh, for fuck’s sake.