I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I smiled and typed back: [No rush on the money. If you pay me now, you’ll be broke again, won’t you?]

Priya replied straightaway: [Come on, Mira. You’re paying me a proper salary now, plus that fat year-end bonus. I’ve got plenty left, even after this.]

I hit ‘accept’.

The money landed in my account a second later.

I typed: [Your parents haven’t been bothering you, have they?]

Priya: [Nope. Not a word. I think they’ve wiped me off the family tree. Suits me fine. I’m staying here, where they can’t marry me off to some rich old guy just to cash out.]

She kept going, message after message.

I read every word.

She’d clawed her way out of that backwater town.

Now she had a flat, a job, a clean slate.

I was happy for her.

She sent me pictures of a stray cat she’d adopted off the street.