I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I was beyond pissed.

I didn’t care how hard he’d tried to play the knight in shining armour.

I was fed up.

‘You really think we’re going to thank you for getting in the way? You cheated on Yvaine. You screwed Harper. When she came to my studio to start shit, you said you’d handle it, keep her on a leash. Now look.’ I swept an arm over the glass shards and smashed cakes on the floor. ‘If this is you helping, I don’t even want to think about what happens when you’re trying to make a mess.’

Cassian opened his mouth like he was going to defend himself, but then closed it, his eyes flicking to the wreckage around us.

What was there left to say?

He knew I was right.

He fumbled for his phone, his fingers stiff as he dialled.

New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt

‘Shut Harper Foster down,’ he growled into the phone. ‘Everything. Her work, her accounts, everything. If I see her on any platform again, you’re all out of a job. Got it?’

His voice carried across the room, meant for both Yvaine and me to hear.

But neither of us reacted.

I grabbed Yvaine’s arm, pulling her to her feet. ‘Stop cleaning the glass. You’re going to slice your hand open if you’re not careful.’