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One Wrong Night with the Ice God

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 537    |    Released on: 31/08/2026

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ions cycling from hope to disappo

I was supposed to meet.

been so eager and friendly yesterda

n played

another trap, a new, elaborate

e bell over t

omatically and

e outshone every man in the room. His presence alone seem

nd sat down in the chair opposit

, a smile I couldn't dec

pieces clicked into pla

same time? Why did he, of all peo

m. It had

today was the final act, a way to mock my st

miliating hea

ords out through gritted teeth

ed his fingers, summoning a wai

ingly calm demeanor

them, didn't y

ed confusion, ra

t play dumb wit

"Oh, those losers. I didn't think they were good enoug

He just admitt

all my suspicions.

to my feet, pointing a shaking finger at his face. "What do you people want?

drawing stares from

his face changed. The amusement vanished,

coffee shop s

height was intimidating, and I

't. He just stared at me with those ice-blue

of everyone, he

his voice clear and delib

gasp went thr

He wasn't just a gigolo, he was a crazy gigolo. I was d

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One Wrong Night with the Ice God
One Wrong Night with the Ice God
“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?"”