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Flash Marriage To The Hockey Tycoon

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 551    |    Released on: Today at 17:32

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flinched back, and he imm

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and shivering frame, but said nothing more. He just

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Flash Marriage To The Hockey Tycoon
Flash Marriage To The Hockey Tycoon
“For three years, I stayed in the shadows as the secret girlfriend of Briar University's star hockey player. But when I woke up in the hospital, I was greeted by a screaming campus headline: he had just publicly claimed my stepsister as his new queen. My own mother didn't even ask why I had fainted. She called to force me into a blind date for her social climbing, coldly warning me not to embarrass myself over a man who was a "perfect match" for her stepdaughter. Meanwhile, my stepsister paraded around with my boyfriend, playing the innocent victim while living comfortably in my late father's house. I was reduced to the ultimate fool, a dirty little secret everyone laughed at. Three years of my devotion, completely trashed for their calculated business merger. They thought I was just a timid mouse who would hide in a corner, crying over a lying bastard while they took everything I had left. But they were dead wrong. I wiped my tears, extorted my father's hotel shares from my mother, and walked straight into that high-end restaurant. Instead of my mother's pawn, I sat across from Collier Rivers, the legendary heir to Boston's most powerful sports dynasty. "I need a contract husband for one year." Within twenty-four hours, I had a marriage certificate, his heavy jacket on my shoulders, and a plan to take back my home.”