I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 51

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Sighing 1 opened the door.

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wope, I said immediately and went to slam it shant

He shoved a foot in “You dodging me now? I’ve got something to say

Say it. Then leave.”

*If you married that guy just to spite me, you win. Fine. You win. I’m here now. You got what you wanted

I laughed. You think I got married to piss you off?”

‘Didn’t you?‘ he said, jaw tight. ‘You’ve been into me since we were kids. You don’t just flip a switch and stop. Everything you’re doing right now is just a game.‘

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I folded my arms. ‘Rhys, the day you let my darling sister crawl into your lap at that bar was the day I stopped liking you. Yeah, f used to be an idiot. But I’m not anymore. So let me make this crystal clear.‘

He blinked.

I leaned forward.

‘I. Am. Married. I have a husband. A real one. Not a maybe–one–day–if–you–behave placeholder. You and I? We’re nothing. I don’t love you. I don’t even like you now. Got it? Is that enough closure for you?‘

Rhys just stood there, shoulders slumped, mouth half–open.

Good. Let it sting.

His breathing went weird, like someone had stuffed a sock down his throat.

‘No. No way. You can’t not love me.‘ He sounded like a broken chatbot. ‘You marrying Ashton Laurent? That was the real joke. You think the heir to the Laurent empire’s actually gonna fall for you? Maybe he played along for now ‘cause you blackmailed him or whatever, but once he comes to his senses, you won’t even know what hit you before you’re out on your arse or dead.‘

I looked up at the ceiling, praying for patience.

Why the hell did I never notice how exhausting it was just talking to Rhys?

I’d said what I needed to say.

I wasn’t wasting another breath.

‘Do not come back here,‘ I said, then turned and slammed the door-

Well, I tried to slam it.

Except his foot was still in the gap.

There was a solid ‘crunch‘.

Followed by the kind of scream that made my neighbours probably reach for their phones.

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“No! Thys gritted his teeth and clung to the doorframe

He grabbed my wrist hard and yanked me and into the hallway. ‘You think you can just shut the door on me? I’m not done tallding!

Let go of me I twisted, tried to pull free, but his grip was vice–tight

I could feel it pressing straight into the bone. ‘Rhys! You’re hurting me, you lunatie!

He didn’t reply. Like he’d gone full zombie mode and couldn’t hear me.

Worse be started dragging me towards the lift. ‘You’re coming home with me!‘

*The hell i am! Let go!‘

I was debating if kneeing him in the groin was worth the trip to the police station when the lift let out a cheerful ‘ding‘

Ashton strode out, pulled up short at the sight of us, then picked up his pace.

He was right in front of me in a matter of seconds and landed a punch straight into Rhys’s face.

Rhys made this choked–up sound, somewhere between a yelp and a dying pigeon.

Then Ashton grabbed his shirt collar with one hand and clamped down on Rhys’s wrist with the other.

Yanked him clean off me like peeling off a cheap sticker.

‘Who the fuck are you?!‘ Rhys gasped, hunched over like a kicked bin.

He looked dazed, probably couldn’t see past the cartoon stars circling his head.

Ashton’s voice came down like a guillotine: ‘Lay a hand on her again, and I’ll kill you.‘

Rhys spat out a mouthful of blood.

He tried squinting up at the newcomer’s face.

I knew the moment he’d recognised Ashton, because he flinched.

And I couldn’t blame him.

Even I was a little scared.

Ashton had delivered his threat in a perfectly calm voice, and something told me he’d have no trouble carrying it out.

Rhys, for all his puffed–up ego, couldn’t even stand straight.

Panicking, he backed away a step and shouted, as if volume could make up for his lack of balls, ‘Mirabelle is my fiancée! What I do with her is none of your business!‘

That last part came out about three decibels softer than the rest.

Even Rhys himself didn’t believe it.

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