I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 155

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Hands came at us.

Yvaine and I both caught the first wrists before they could land.

One phone flew out of someone’s grip and hit the floor with a clack.

The second row surged forward the moment the first took a swing.

It was like someone had thrown a switch.

They shoved in, jostling one another to get closer.

Phones, elbows, bags–everything hit at once.

Yvaine’s staff tried to step in.

A couple of them linked arms and moved to block the crowd.

That only made it worse.

The fans shoved back harder, screeching about being manhandled, clawing and thrashing.

Someone shrieked.

Someone else swore.

One girl rammed her shoulder into a shop girl’s chest like they were in a rugby match.

It turned into a brawl.

Not even a proper one.

Just limbs flying and people tripping over handbags and folding stools.

Yvaine and I got boxed into a corner, but no one could reach us through the chaos.

Her staff took the brunt of it.

Most of them were barely out of school, skinny, nervous, completely outnumbered.

One girl, maybe five foot nothing, got shoved flat on her back.

She hit the floor hard and didn’t move right away.

Tables went flying.

Chairs crashed.

A ring light hit the floor and snapped in half.

One of the photo setups collapsed like scaffolding in a storm.

The glass cabinet by the counter exploded on impact.

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Pastries, shards, icing, and blood.

Someone slipped.

Someone else went down on their hands and came up screaming with red smeared down their palm.

I shouted, “This is insane. Someone’s gonna end up in a body bag. Did anyone call the cops?‘

‘We did! They’re on the way!‘

Yvaine and I kept ducking blows, half–crouched, trying to shield the ones still standing.

My shin stung.

Her arm was bleeding.

One of the fans tried to kick me.

I grabbed her ankle and shoved her back into the mess.

Then I heard it. A cut through the noise like a whip crack.

Enough!‘

We both looked up.

Cassian Langford was storming in.

Six foot something, broad shoulders, pressed shirt now rumpled from pushing through.

He crossed the room in seconds.

He reached us, grabbed Yvaine’s wrist and started dragging her towards the back.

Yvaine yanked herself loose. ‘What the hell are you doing here? Gonna help Harper’s little army beat the crap out of me too?‘

‘Jesus, can you not?‘ His voice cracked with irritation. ‘I’m here to get you out.‘

‘No one asked you to play hero. Go be useless somewhere else.‘

‘You’re bleeding,‘ he snapped. ‘Maybe stop picking fights for two minutes.‘

Before she could come up with something worse to say, one of the girls on the left swung a chair straight at us.

Cassian turned, stepped in front, and caught the hit full–force across his back.

The chair cracked.

He didn’t fall, but his whole body jerked.

His breath hissed through his teeth.

He ended up slammed against Yvaine, pinning her to the wall.

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She twisted away from him instantly.

‘Don’t touch me. I didn’t ask for your damn help.‘

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Cassian looked like he was about to throttle her. ‘You think I want to be here catching chairs with my spine? I was passing by.‘

“Then keep walking.‘

‘You’re welcome,‘ he muttered, still shielding her with one arm.

The crowd surged again.

A girl lunged, fists swinging.

Cassian blocked the blow with his shoulder and shoved Yvaine tighter between him and the wall.

She didn’t like it–rolled her eyes, shoved at his chest–but didn’t push him off.

I kept an eye on them while trying to hold off a girl who had one of our mannequin arms like a

weapon.

Yvaine reached out and yanked me behind her.

That left Cassian with both of us smashed against him while more fans clawed at his back.

I heard him swear under his breath.

His arms braced on either side of us, trying to keep the wall behind and the chaos in front.

There wasn’t enough room to fight back.

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