The Ice Captain's Stolen Fiancée

Chapter 6

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room from a discreet distance. Across the gilded hall, Donald and Cindy were completely oblivious to my presence,

ack in seconds: Ready when you are. Everything was locked and loaded; I just needed the e

the charity auction. The first few luxury pieces passed by with polite applause, but the atmosphere electrified when the auctione

ement the Mcgee family's influence over the league. Bidding started at one hundred thousand dollars, qu

t smirk. "Four hundred thousand." He wanted to flaunt his status

the sale, a deep, commanding voice cut through

s leaning calmly against the railing with a glass of scotch in hand. He hadn't even bothered to raise a

lay the hero of the evening, only to be completely eclipsed by th

s voice trembling as he slammed the gavel down b

ce with relentless camera flashes. Through the chaos, Gavin's ice-blue eyes cut across the hall, locking onto my corner in the shad

bruised ego, grabbed Cindy by the waist and began circulating through a cluster of sycophantic teammate

utch, smoothed down the sleek silhouette of my bla

hed marble floor. Threading smoothly through the crowd of flatterers, I stoppe

e no see,

ck silk clinging to my curves, and the sharp, dangerous elegance I had never shown him during our six years together. Greed and raw possessi

ack, letting his fin

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The Ice Captain's Stolen Fiancée

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.”