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The Hockey Captain's $300,000 Fake Fiancée

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: Today at 17:45

ise

e counter, my movements automatic. Kevin's words

s for Dad's cancer treatment

t hard to breathe. I watched the Briar students outside, laughing and

on the do

Scott w

e Hinge photo, but because he was the captai

oped her arm possessively through his, although Harrison's hand

more than most people's cars, but it'll be perfect for the Kappa gala on Friday.

pulled his arm free. "Tiffany, I already t

ened to a word I've said. Do you ever

d in being seen with the captain of the hockey team. And I'm not inter

ievable." She tossed her hair over on

Harrison's eye

ey land

nctively wanted to duck behind the e

"Black coffee, thanks," he said to me.

the machine, feelin

the bell ch

walked in.

predatory smile spreading across

or everyone to hear. He leaned against the counter. "So, have you

ed toward us. My face was on fire. I

hen a hand reached past me and took t

nd between me and Kevin, his ta

't you get it?" Harrison's voice was cold, ed

cting the hockey star to intervene. "Wh

lightly, his blue eyes meeting mine. They held an expression I

e went

nned, my heart pound

hades of white, red, and a si

Price-her family isn't a mess, and she isn't some bargain you get t

ounter. "For the coffee. Keep the change." The

ppet on a string, as he led me out of the cafe. I could feel Kevin'

d me out of my trance. I yanked my

ed out of place for a student. He watched me with an unreadable expressi

stung. "I don't need yo

plan for your father's medical bills? Your bro

g. I stared at him, my blood turning to

ed. "Before I propose a partnership, I l

ship?" I

ay the part of my girlfriend in public. It would help me get rid of annoyances l

"you need a respectable 'fiancé' to give your fath

hilosophy grade needs to be an A. You're a top student in the arts department; your logic and writing skil

. This was insane.

t's a proposal, Eloise. A contract. No emo

. Then he opened the door to his truck, a vehicle that screamed

t the card in my hand, then thought of my father's pale face

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The Hockey Captain's $300,000 Fake Fiancée
The Hockey Captain's $300,000 Fake Fiancée
“My father was dying. My younger brother needed surgery. And I needed $300,000 I didn't have. After a wealthy blind date calculated my family's medical bills over dinner and told me no man would ever want "a mess like mine," I walked away with nothing but humiliation. Then Harrison Scott offered to buy my help. Briar University's golden hockey captain needed a respectable fake fiancée to silence his scandal-hungry ex and protect his career. I needed money. One contract. Three hundred thousand dollars. No feelings. I should have known nothing about Harrison was that simple. Behind the dazzling smile and college-star reputation, he was the secret heir to a multibillion-dollar sports empire. He erased my father's hospital debt, paid for my brother's surgery, and gave me enough power to finally face the former best friend who had framed me for a car crash and stolen my boyfriend. The deal was fake. The way Harrison touched me wasn't. And every time he called me his fiancée, it became harder to remember where the contract ended-and where something dangerously real began. Then my father coughed up blood. Before the doctors rushed him into surgery, he confessed the secret that destroyed everything I knew about myself. "I'm not your real father, Elly. Your mother left you with a locket bearing the Bass family crest... and I stole it." I had spent my whole life poor, humiliated, and made to feel worthless-only to discover I might be the stolen daughter of a powerful dynasty. Now my father was dying, my enemies still thought I was helpless, and the only person I could turn to was the man I had promised never to need. My fake fiancé. My secret billionaire. The man who was about to make our $300,000 lie feel dangerously real.”