I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Threats

I blinked. Then snorted. ‘You’ve officially lost the plot. You’re pimping me out to a man who looks like he gets senior citizen discounts.’

‘Don’t be dramatic,’ Mum snapped, though her voice stayed polished and posh. ‘If you won’t marry Rhys, you’ll have to marry someone. You don’t get to float around like some spoiled socialite with no value. That’s not how this works.”

I stared at her. ‘So, this is it? I dump Rhys, and suddenly you’re throwing me at the next billionaire with a functioning heart valve?’

Mum pursed her lips like she was trying not to roll her eyes. ‘I was furious when I heard about the state of your relationship with Rhys. Especially your attitude yesterday. You were cold. Rude. Disrespectful. You embarrassed me. But the situation, as it turns out, could still be salvaged.’

‘Right, because now that your precious Catherine’s back in Skyline City, suddenly it’s “convenient” I’m out of the way,’ I said, unable to stop the bitterness from slipping out.

Mum didn’t even blink. ‘It is convenient. Rhys and Catherine have history. They’re better suited.’

‘So I did you a favour then.’

‘You didn’t do me a favour,’ she snapped. ‘You created a mess. Without Catherine’s timely return, what you did may have seriously offended the Grangers. Do you have any idea how valuable that connection is? You don’t want Rhys? Fine. But you’re going to make it right by finding another match-and soon.”

‘No,’ I said flatly.

Mum leaned forward, that terrifying stillness settling over het face-the kind that always came before she did something diabolical. ‘I invested a fortune raising you. Education Clothes Debutante nonsense. Do you think that was free? You’ve done nothing for the family, Mirabelle. At the very least, you owe us a strategic alliance. It’s the least you can do.’

I scoffed. ‘Send me an invoice then. I’ll pay back whatever little expense I’ve cost you. But I’m not selling myself to the highest bidder just so you can recoup your “investment”.”

Throughout the mother-daughter debate, Frank-darling Daddy-just sat there. Silent. Supportive in the way that meant ‘I’ll let your mother destroy you and offer you a biscuit afterwards.”

I turned to Mum again. “That wasn’t why I came back. Why the hell did you call my boss? You got me fired.’

“That was the price of disobedience,’ she said coolly. “You don’t get to disrespect me and walk away unscathed. And Rhys deserved better than your tantrum yesterday. You embarrassed all of us. You should be thinking about how to make things right instead of behaving like a brat. I suggest you start by making a date with Leonard Shaw.’

I clenched my fists. ‘I’m never marrying Shaw. Or any other sleazebag you dig up from your Rolodex of corporate creeps.’

Mum was utterly unfazed. ‘You’ll fall in line. You always do.’

‘You’ve already cost me my job. I don’t even live at home anymore. There’s nothing else you can take from me.’

Her smile was slow. Cold. ‘Don’t be so sure. I can do plenty. You like your apartment, don’t you? Shame if your landlord suddenly decided your lease was void.’

My stomach dropped.

‘And that best friend of yours… what’s her name? Yvaine? Her parents’ little family business still depends on our supplier network. That could change. Fast.’

I stared at her, completely stunned. “You wouldn’t.’

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