One Wrong Night with the Ice God

Chapter 3

Word Count: 640 | Released on: 31/08/2026

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ightened up, pulling a black card from h

ress. The cold, sharp edge of the c

ng touch. His eyes were full of a meaning I didn't want

jacket from the floor, and walked out

the sudden, deafening silence, leaving o

ngth gone, and hugged my knee

with a single name, "Shane Montgomery,"

er beat down on me. I scrubbed my skin over and over until it was red and

ses on my neck and collarbone. The tears

d sobbed, for my lost innoce

I lost consciousness, the strange, triumphant smile on my stepsis

p and clarifying. The drink!

hat had spread through my body after I

ged. Rita

was the one who took advantage of Nolan Sullivan's car accident and his resu

at Nolan had simply forgotten me. Now, I saw it

he had to resort to this disgusting m

e water. I dried myself with a to

k anymore. I woul

rom the floor, checking its contents.

the black card I

t, then walked over and

hane, fit into Rita's scheme,

figure

h a steady hand, covering the exhausti

frightened and helpless. Her eyes w

oom. The sunlight was blind

ne. A dozen missed

th, ignored them,

ial lamb anymore. From this day on, y

new what awaited me wasn't a safe harbor. It was a cage of

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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?"”