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One Night With My Unknown Mr. Hockey

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 645    |    Released on: Today at 13:40

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hung in the sile

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ave a cau

d from the crowd and the whiskey. Shedding my jacket a

. she had left w

been found in Chloe

to tilt. The feeling wasn't from the hangover;

hecked Ms. Miller's phone location data. There was a si

nce was u

The scent of vanilla and sugar. They all aligned wit

own hair and green eyes. It also said that she

nd sugar.

f emotions-anger, amusement, and a dark

ccused of infidelity had act

ow it was me. She must

nto a full, slightly unhinged laugh. Tri

Kensi

inks she's gotten the upper hand on my mother by complaining fi

ir. It was all a pe

g. Very in

orney, Arthur Reynolds, wa

gned divorce papers from Ms. M

page. Chloe Miller. Her signature was neat

o take my money, open her damn bak

her wide, frightened green eyes from th

ile curve

ked up the five-million-dollar agreement and

the shreds like a declaration

t... sir, the agreement clearly states

aving no room for argument. "She is my wife.

Get the car ready. We'

bakery? Her location

ill of the hunt. "We're going to her father's house first.

You better run,

felt brighter than it had in years. The fog that had clou

sent me. A candid shot of Chloe in her bakery, a clean, warm smile o

d the

The woman

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“I was two years into a contract marriage with Caleb Kensington, a billionaire I had never even met, just waiting for my five-million-dollar divorce settlement to finally escape my toxic family. But just three months before the divorce, I was drugged at a party and woke up in a hotel bed next to a strange, muscular man. Terrified of losing my settlement due to a strict fidelity clause, I fled in a panic, accidentally taking his custom-made shirt. The very next morning, my monstrous mother-in-law stormed into my apartment, found the shirt, and publicly humiliated me as a cheating, gold-digging whore. My greedy father and stepmother then cornered me, threatening to stop paying my sick mother's hospital bills if I didn't crawl back and beg the Kensingtons for forgiveness. I was violated, slandered, and pushed to the absolute edge by the people who were supposed to protect me. Desperate to make my family back off, I threw out an impossible bluff. "I'll only go back if Caleb Kensington comes to get me himself." I knew the notoriously ruthless and reclusive billionaire would never show his face for a fake wife like me. But that night, a black Bentley pulled into my driveway, and the man who stepped out to tear up my divorce papers was the exact same stranger from the hotel room.”