I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 76

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Not completely, but enough that I didn’t feel like I needed to throw my drink in someone’s face.

Yet

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She looked exactly like she did in the films–only now I could see the tiny mole near her left ear and the way her lashes curled at the tips without mascara.

But what threw me was her vibe.

The press always painted her as some frosty diva who’d send back bottled water for being too wet.

But the woman in front of me was warm, open, and totally lacking in the catty energy I’d braced for.

And judging by the cosy familiarity but zero chemistry between her and Ashton, I’d definitely overthought the whole he’s–about -to–dump–me–for–an–actress situation.

Once the food arrived, Ashton cleared his throat.

‘Mirabelle, she’s got a favour to ask,‘ he said, nodding toward Octavia.

‘Me?‘ I jabbed my thumb at my chest. ‘You sure you’ve got the right Mira?‘

Ashton gave Octavia a look.

She leaned in, smiling like we were besties at brunch. ‘Ash mentioned you’re a jewellery designer?‘

‘Yes.‘

‘Well, I’m flying out to the Venice International Film Festival in a few days, and I still haven’t locked in my jewellery. The big brands all sent stuff, but it’s the same old shiny crap. I wanted something different. Something custom.‘ She paused. ‘So… Miss Vance, I was wondering if you’d be interested?‘

Ashton coughed.

Octavia’s eyes flicked to him, then she caught herself and corrected with a laugh, ‘Sorry–Mrs Laurent, would you be interested?

She gave Ashton a sideways glance, like she was checking if she’d passed the test.

He gave a tiny nod.

I blinked at her, completely floored.

Me? Designing for Octavia Grey?

She could snap her fingers and have Cartier grovelling at her feet.

And here she was, asking me to sort her red carpet jewellery?

And she wasn’t going to any film fest–she was going to that one.

The Venice gig.

The same one where Eliza Black, our current Nyx Collective obsession, was making her big splash.

We’d practically turned the office into a shrine for that project.

But Octavia was a different league.

The kind of star who was the headline.

Anything she wore would be dissected, reposted, sold out, memed

I opened my mouth.

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Nothing came out.

‘Time’s tight,‘ she went on. ‘Every designer I’ve worked with said no. Too risky, too rushed. But if you’re up for it…?‘

‘Yes!‘ I blurted, a bit too loudly.

Octavia’s smile widened. ‘Fabulous. It’s a mad timeline though, so I’m afraid you’ll be pulling some very ugly hours.‘

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