I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Daniel and I had just left the hotel ballroom when he stopped in the middle of the pavement, holding up his phone.

‘Mira, look! Rowan’s been papped again. This time they actually got a clear shot of the guy’s face. It’s the CEO of LGH!’

My stomach clenched. ‘What did you just say?’

He shoved the screen under my nose. ‘This photo. Same guy from before. I knew it. No way they’re just friends.’

I looked.

Ashton was in the frame, a full-body shot from the front almost as if he was looking directly at the camera, face inscrutable, mid-stride.

He wasn’t even close to Rowan.

Nothing about it screamed scandal.

Still, I kept staring.

‘When was this taken?’ I asked.

‘About half an hour ago.’

I recognised the restaurant right away.