One Night With My Unknown Mr. Hockey

Chapter 6

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e's

the living ro

augh. "Have him come get you himself? Chloe, who do you think you

dreaming and figure out how you'r

the wealthy and powerful than they did. He knew my demand was outrageous. Caleb Kensington wa

exactly t

"If he comes, I'll go with him. If he doesn

e this suffocating house. "I've s

y shouted from behind me. "You're

ound. "You're the ones using her as a ba

ut, closing the

ief. I knew they wouldn't bother me anymore. My conditions were impossible. Caleb wa

lyn, my thoughts a tangled mess. I didn't want

Brooklyn Bridge, watching

, Nico. He was a private investigator, and one of the few p

h," he said, immediately pi

ging, the stranger, Eleanor's v

ame of the friend who gave you that drink," he finally said.

l better. At least in this

k to my apartment build

arked on the street. He spotted me and hurried o

o go up! He's here

d. "Who'

try already! He... he really came! He's

llucinating. "What are you tal

for you by name!" Gary grabbed my arm, his eyes gleaming with fa

nd reeling. Caleb Kensingto

g, I followed my father

epmother and stepsister stood awkwardly to th

e sofa, a

is long legs casually crossed, but his pos

tered, he

face, I felt the blood

barely visible scar running through his left eyebrow, and a faint one along hi

was

rom the hotel

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Tamarah Lupton Romance

“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.”