I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

‘Of course not.’ I didn’t need to think before answering.

If not for Yvaine and her two stalker-like suitors, I wouldn’t have come here at all.

And... I glanced at Ashton, who was treating the simple act of writing down his name on the lock with such grave solemnity, you’d think he was signing a peace treaty.

I hadn’t said the L-word to him yet, but I didn’t want him thinking his feelings, deeper and clearer than mine, were one-sided or unnoticed.

We hung the locks on the bridge, threw away the keys, grinned at each other.

Ashton leaned in.

I half-closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss.

‘Guys!’

Ashton sighed.

I hid a smirk and turned towards the culprit who’d ruined the moment.

Yvaine walked towards us, hand in hand with Cade.

I glanced behind them.