I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Yvaine and I had breakfast at her shop, then I headed into my studio to get things ready for the day.

When the call came, I was excited.

‘Miss Vance, this is Nathan Liddicoat from the organising committee of the Aureate Awards.’

‘Good morning.’

I’d just passed the preliminaries and qualified as an independent designer.

I assumed he was calling to confirm the next round.

‘We regret to inform you that you’ve been disqualified from the competition.’

‘Sorry—what?’ I sat up straighter. ‘Could you say that again?’

He did.

‘Why? Was there an issue with my submission? I can—’

‘There’s nothing wrong with your design,’ he said. His tone was stiff, with a hint of discomfort. ‘But someone reported you.’

‘Reported me for what?’