The Ice Captain's Stolen Fiancée

Chapter 6

Word Count: 643 | Released on: 25/08/2026

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er of the ballroom, nursing a glass of champagne

to my presence, parading around the front rows and playing the pa

e to Mike in the contro

back in seconds. "

the entire ballroom's undivided attention focuse

sharp spotlight centered on the stage as the host

came electric when the auctioneer unveiled the final showcase: the legendary hock

ating the artifact as a public relations trophy to

ckly climbing as wealthy collectors jumped into the

est and raised his paddl

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front of the press, bathing in t

close the sale, a deep, commanding voice cu

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room went d

oice, catching Gavin leaning calmly against

ddle; his posture was effortlessly casual, as

ushed an ugly, b

y to be completely eclipsed by the league's undis

s voice trembling as he slammed the gavel down b

the press corps immediately swarmed toward Gavin, b

ue eyes cut across the hall, lock

ble salute, silently delivering the stage h

ransitioning seamlessly

n circulating through a cluster of sycophantic teammates and socialites, forcing

had a

d down the sleek silhouette of my black gow

heels clicking deliberately aga

ers, I stopped directly behind Donald, raising

e no see,

d with a frown that dissolved i

linging to my curves, and the sharp, dangerous eleganc

yes as he completely forgot Cindy beside him

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ack, letting his fin

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Jasper Wren Romance

“I was carefully folding a new silk nightgown, ready to fly to New York and surprise my fiancé of several years, Donald. Then my phone pinged with a photo from my stepsister, Cindy. It was a high-resolution image of her and Donald, tangled together naked on messy bedsheets. On his arm was the one-of-a-kind silver bracelet I had custom-designed for his birthday last month. Cindy was staring right at the camera with a triumphant, provocative smile. A second message popped up: "Omg, sis, so sorry! Sent that by accident!" It was a blatant, mocking slap in the face. Later, I even intercepted a call where Donald laughed with his mother about how my declining family was just a worthless stepping stone for them. He called me a "boring, good girl" who was easy to manage, bragging that he would just go back to having his fun with Cindy right after our wedding. They really thought I was just a naive fool who would either come crying to him or quietly swallow this humiliating betrayal. They thought my silence meant I was weak and defeated. But I didn't shed a single tear, nor did I scream. A cold, sharp anger shot up my spine, extinguishing every last ember of heartbreak. I threw the silk nightgown into the trash, opened my laptop, and used my MIT computer science background to hack straight into their luxury hotel suite's smart system. I wasn't going to New York to cry. I was going to broadcast their filthy affair to the entire city at the most prestigious charity gala of the year.”