Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Hockey King

Chapter 6

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't rush out to the arena parking lot

rridor. By the time I stepped out into the crisp evening

ring by the VIP

olished chassis gleaming. It was the most expensive car i

and my family's driver, lea

s boot. "What took you so long? Don't you know everyone's

erred to was, of cour

the rear passenger door and

e just jutted his chin toward the arena doors. "Wa

as if he were the owner of the car and

eir trucks snickered. The heiress, lock

ugh the cold air. "I'll say it one mor

ult. Boyce and his friend will be here any second. You can't expect

was dismissive. He looked at me as

imes Frank had acted like this, using "what's best for Boyc

ends, stealing groceries from our kitchen, actin

s, but I forced my facial muscl

his gym bag slung over one shoulder, his other

the locked door. A smug, victorio

thought that without him

Frank, understanding compl

rs clic

physically shoved his shoulder into mine,

en slid in next to her. He leaned out the open

dows of the backseat, a mocki

e driver's seat, his

m-the arrogant driver, the p

d. A sharp, echoing sound that

and pulled my pho

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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.”