I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Yvaine rang just after eight.

I was halfway through doing my eyeliner.

‘Mira, you want me to come pick you up?’

‘No need.’ I held the phone between my shoulder and ear and reached for my mascara. ‘It’s not even nine. The wedding starts at noon. I’ll drive over myself.’

She giggled on the other end. ‘I’m already on my way. Couldn’t sleep a damn minute last night, I was so keyed up. Rachel’s wedding!’

‘Alright, alright, I’m coming. I’ll find you when I get there.’

‘Yes, please. Don’t leave me with my mother’s side of the family.’

Yvaine had been bouncing about her cousin’s wedding for a week.

Said she was more excited than if it were her own.

I believed her.

I got to the venue just before eleven, still plenty of time before the ceremony.

Yvaine grabbed my arm the second she saw me and dragged me through the side corridor towards the bridal suite.