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I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 127

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Emmett leaned back into the sofa, face blank, shirt still spattered ed.

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Ashton stepped forward. Emmett, whatever happened, this isn’t the place to deal with it. He needs a hospital. Unless you’re really planning to let him bleed out in your sister’s living room.

Mr Laurent,he said, flat and clipped. This is my family’s problem. Not yours.

Under any other circumstances, Ashton would’ve walked out or started swinging.

Instead, he took half a step back and adjusted his tone like he was lying not to spook a wild animal.

Emmett. I’m not here to interfere. Cassian’s a friend. I’m just asking you to let him get medical attention. He’s in no shape to argue. Neither are we, if something worse happens tonight.

He’s not dying, Emmett said without even looking at Cassian. I didn’t go for the kill. He brought this on himself. He thinks he can sneak into my sister’s bed under my nose? He’s lucky he’s still breathing.

Barely,I muttered.

He didn’t sneak in,Yvaine snapped. I invited him. And I’m not twelve. I don’t need you vetting my relationships.

Emmett didn’t answer.

Ashton tried again, still measured, still painfully calm. I think they both know what they’re doing. Maybe there’s some misunderstanding here. Let him get checked out first. Then you can yell at him all you want.

Emmett rose from the sofa in one sharp movement. His shadow blocked half the light.

Misunderstanding? I walked in and found a man I trusted with my sister halfnaked in her house. That’s not a

misunderstanding. That’s betrayal. You’re friends with him, Mr Laurent. You know exactly what he’s like. If it were your sister he was screwing, would you be this calm?

Ashton moved past Emmett and grabbed Cassian under the arm. I took the other side.

Cassian didn’t even lift his headjust groaned once, breath rattling.

We started dragging him towards the front door.

Emmett didn’t block us. He just stood there, breathing hard, jaw flexing

Yvaine hurried after us.

Stay right there!Emmett’s voice cracked through the air. He goes to the hospital, fine. But you’re not going with him. Sit your arse back down!

Emmett, please! Just let me check on him if he’s fine, I’ll come straight back.

No

You broke his nose, probably cracked a rib We’ll have to pay the hospital bill. The beast I can do is go with him.

Emmett stepped forward His tone dropped to a low grind so you’re defying me to him?

No. 1 just he’s in rough shape

Yvaine Carlisle,he said through his teeth, ‘you walk out that do with bou, you can target you’ve got a truther

Yvaine froze halfway through the door

Ashton and I were already outside, shoving Cassian’s suity arse to the bash seat

His nose was bleeding again

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Yvaine clenched her jaw, turned, and followed us anyway.

Emmett, don’t be dramatic. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.

She jumped into the car.

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Cassian’s injuries turned out to be mostly superficialbloody, yes, but not serious.

The bulk of the bleeding had come from his nose, with a few scrapes on his arms and hands from the fall.

Emmett’s fists had done the rest.

No broken bones, no internal damage, just a face so bruised and swollen he’d be unrecognisable in family photos for the

foreseeable future.

As a doctor tended to him, I dragged Yvaine out by the wrist and shoved her into the nearest stairwell.

When did this start? You and Cassian? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?

She looked like she wanted to crawl into the floor tiles.

My birthday,she muttered.

My stomach dropped.

Her birthday.

I ran through the memory: She was hammered. Couldn’t walk straight. Kept trying to escort me home, even though she could barely talk.

I left in a cab. Cassian offered to take her back.

But there was no flirting at the party. Nothing even close.

So whatever happened, it happened after they left together.

I narrowed my eyes.

You weren’t even making eye contact that night. You’re saying you jumped him after the car ride?

YesWith me, she could be frank

So you two have been together for what, months now? And I had idea

Well, we are not exactly togethershe mumbled

Was it a onenight stand?

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