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Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Hockey King

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 491    |    Released on: Today at 13:45

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minated only by the projector screen s

the plays. In my past life, I skipped these sessions to fetch Boyce's gear.

, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, hi

tape, Megan leaned ove

"As Boyce's girlfriend, shouldn't you be taking care of him befor

My 'duty'? Did Boyce tell you that? Does he go around telling the tea

her breath, her

master to stop sending his groupies to bother me. Next time you

ned white. He aggressively shoved his chair back, the metal legs scre

up front turned a

al and then throws a tantrum when she do

e corners of my mou

from the back corner.

empty

ting next to me. "Did you hear that?

mouth, stifling a laugh. "I

ace in his hands,

chocolate-coated protein bar, and tore th

The rich smell of chocolat

ared again, lo

is eyes locking onto m

d an eyebrow, and mout

ed his desk, sending it

ormed out of the video room, slamming

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wn food to fill my own stomach. What

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Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Hockey King
Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Hockey King
“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.”