Hockey King by Day, Forbidden Uncle by Night

Chapter 6

Word Count: 558 | Released on: 31/08/2026

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Hockey King by Day, Forbidden Uncle by Night

LARA MORRISON Romance

“I ran from his bed. Now he's buying my past-and coming for my present. Three years ago, I was exiled to Northridge Academy-a brutal hockey meat-grinder ruled by an absolute tyrant. That tyrant was Julian Bennett: my father's fiercest rival, the living legend of the NHL, and my legal uncle. In the freezing shadows of an empty rink, we crossed a line we could never uncross. Then, terrified of the fire between us and the secret growing inside me, I fled. Now, I'm back in New York for one night to secretly buy back The Tryst-a painting of our midnight embrace on the ice. But before I can claim it, Julian sweeps in with his VIP card, buying the canvas and trapping me against the gallery wall. Desperate to escape his suffocating grip, I weaponize our taboo: I call him "Uncle" in front of the flashing cameras. His answer? Dragging me into his Bentley with a cold, ruthless ultimatum: a mandatory DNA test to prove we don't share a single drop of blood. As the blurred lights of the rink and the city flash past, panic seizes my chest. If he proves we aren't family, I lose the only shield keeping me from falling back into his dangerous control-and worst of all, he'll discover the two-year-old hockey prince I've been hiding in the shadows.”