One Wrong Night with the Ice God

Chapter 2

Word Count: 728 | Released on: 31/08/2026

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my wrist in a grip like a

o warmth, only a detached, playful curiosity

ck, but he was immovable. The

long sweep of his lashes. His breath, smelli

yer of humiliation. I turned my h

lipped. It fell away with a soft whoosh, leavi

flew to grab the fabric, my face burn

king over me. The look was direct, invasive,

back against the headboard, an amus

, bundling it around me like a mummy, and retreat

night," I bit out, the words tasting l

yes darted around the room, des

fabric from the floor, and turned my back to

awed at it, my fingers clumsy an

from behind me. He w

feel him approaching, each footst

s landed on my back. He ge

inst my skin, sending an u

ured, his voice low in m

en us, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.

splay of sculpted muscle. He took a cigarette from a pack in his suit p

. "A girl spends the night in a hotel with a stra

I sneered. It was the only

zily amused, turned instant

of his presence backing me up until

n either side of my head, trapping

e commanded. "A

t I saw a flicker of real, i

e, he suddenly smiled, a chilling e

said, his gaze locked on mine, enunciat

in I had misheard. "Wh

ility." He repeated it, his tone as fla

d over me. I started to laugh, a hysterical,

going to fix this?" I shot back, my voice sharp with scorn. "

able, and he didn't deny my accusation. It only confirmed my dee

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One Wrong Night with the Ice God

Ty Lyle Romance

“I woke up naked in a luxury hotel room next to a stranger, my memory of the previous night completely erased. It didn't take long to uncover the horrifying truth: my own stepmother and stepsister had spiked my drink. They didn't just want to destroy my reputation; they orchestrated this to package me up and sell me off. My father's company was on the verge of collapse, and they planned to force me into an arranged marriage with Timothy Carlson, a notorious hockey enforcer with a history of domestic abuse, just to get his family's investment. My own father agreed to sacrifice me without hesitation. Desperate, I begged my amnesiac ex-boyfriend for help, only to watch him hold my stepsister's hand and coldly tell me my life was not his problem. I was completely abandoned by everyone I trusted, pushed into a suffocating trap woven by my family's greed. How could they treat me like a piece of meat to be fed to a monster? Did they really think I would just lie down and accept a life of domestic hell? I refused to be their sacrificial lamb. To destroy their plan, I made a reckless gamble and posted an anonymous ad online, offering generous compensation for a stranger to legally marry me. But when I arrived at the cafe to interview the candidates, they had all mysteriously vanished, replaced by a tall figure who trapped me in the corner booth. "Since you've already paid," the stranger from the hotel room whispered, his blue eyes gleaming with danger. "Shouldn't I provide a service that's worth the money?"”