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One Wrong Night with the Ice God

Chapter 10 

Word Count: 503    |    Released on: 31/08/2026

ILA

ke, the final spark t

undred-dollar bills from my wallet

the motion, wanting it to b

ice cold. "Now take your money a

aw clench, a storm gather

Good. That's

o leave. I didn't want to see

take the money, or

efore a hand clamped dow

to face his

t his grip was like a bra

y a word. He

lost my balance,

r. I landed in a soli

s chair, pulling me with hi

p erupted in a chorus

deep, mortifying shade of red.

it was so unbel

like a landed fish. "Le

und my waist like a band of

the back of my head, f

feel his warm breath, smell that colo

ngerous, gravelly murmur right next to

"I think I need to make you

o silence. My body went rigi

my lips, his eyes tu

pounding like a drum. What.

ad. The distance between

the heat fr

my eyes shu

I was expecti

centimeter from mine. Our hot breaths

ration of his power,

of shame, fear, and rage, trapp

y ear, leaving no room for argument. "Now, w

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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?"”