Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Hockey King

Chapter 3

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The cold air from the rink slowly faded, replaced by the familiar

campus pharmacy. I walked straight into

layers in half-gear and fi

from hunger. In my past life, I had starved

to the hot

glass, looked up. "For Boy

the metal rail. "No. F

ked, startled

th extra gravy," I pointed at the heavy-duty m

, draining funds my father had provided-funds

d trays, the heat of th

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d. A double portion, even," a girl

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like flies, but for the fir

eammates usually held court. I walked to a quiet corner booth

a hundred stares, I

my mouth. I closed my eyes, chewing slowly, letting the shee

tray, my movements pr

er. The whispers in the room

ill in his under-gear, his face dark with impatience. He scanned the

ty wrappers, the second burger in my hand, and the

hesitation. Seeing me sit there, ignoring him completely, seemed impossi

ped a fry into the gravy, a

ke, set the cup down, and let

sfying meal I had ea

hem to the trash bin. The entire cafeteria watched

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“I gave up my college dreams and spent every penny I had to support my boyfriend Boyce's NHL ambitions. But as I lay dying in a damp hospital room, I called him begging for treatment money, only to hear his new girlfriend laughing on the line. Boyce coldly called me a useless "Puck Bunny" and a convenient ATM before hanging up. Moments later, his new girl Beryl called back to deliver a truth that shattered my reality. "Do you know how you got sick? It wasn't an accident." Boyce had deliberately arranged for me to be infected with HIV. He thought I was too clingy, and this was the easiest way to get rid of me so he could chase his hockey dreams without baggage. Just before I took my last breath, a man arrived to save me, sent by Case Hoover-a wealthy fiancé from an old family arrangement I had completely forgotten. The irony was crushing. I had destroyed my life serving a monster who murdered me, while my actual fiancé tried to protect me. I died in excruciating agony, my soul held together by nothing but pure, bottomless hatred. Why was I so blind? Why did I give everything to a man with a heart blacker than a starless night? Opening my eyes, I gasped for air, finding myself staring at my healthy, eighteen-year-old reflection in the mirror. I was reborn in my senior year of high school. This time, I wouldn't be his stepping stone; I was going to make him pay the ultimate price.”