Surprise Twins for the Hockey Prince

Chapter 2

Word Count: 539 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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ng as Asher and Erica em

's arms, their faces flushed wi

ed it down for her, then leaned in to kiss her for

ed toward the ballroom, laugh

umb with cold. Their words echoed in my

I couldn't stand it

turn the corner into the ballroom, my voic

r! Er

hey spun around, the smile

she plastered on a fake look of concern. "Eliana,

mix of shock, guilt, an

them step by step. My eyes were locked on

hat are you talking about? Your father

ze to Erica. "You arranged it, didn't you? Car

You're insane! Eliana,

trying to drag me away

th disgust, the force o

t out. Not to slap her, but to grab

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re torso to the hallway lights. It w

vely moving to shield h

humiliation. She scrambled to pull up h

amed, lunging at me wi

anticipate her feral attack. She s

Her hands dug into my shoulders, shoving me

the edge of a rug.

, his hand reaching for

truck the hard, marbl

g thud echoed in

hind my eyes. The worl

I saw Erica's terrified face and As

fingers hovering near my nose. A second later,

her, her voice a ragged, panicked wh

. she's not breat

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Culprit Romance

“At my luxurious bridal shower, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. But when I stepped away for some air, I overheard my fiancé and my best friend intimately discussing their affair. They were plotting to murder me. "Once the wedding is over, everything that belonged to the Sloans will be ours. Just tolerate the naive little fool for a little longer." They even admitted they had arranged the fatal car crash that killed my parents to bankrupt my family's company. When I furiously confronted them, my best friend shoved me hard against a heavy oak desk. Bleeding and losing consciousness, I heard my fiancé panic, but my best friend was terrifyingly calm. "This just saves us the trouble of arranging an accident. We have to get rid of the body." They tied me up, dragged me onto a private yacht, and hurled me alive into the freezing Atlantic Ocean. Sinking into the suffocating black water, my heart was consumed by an icy hatred. I had given them my entire heart, yet they murdered my parents, stole my legacy, and threw me away like trash. But I didn't die. Five years later, I returned to New York with my twins and a new identity. Looking at the terrified faces of my ex-fiancé and former best friend in the parking garage, I smiled coldly. "I'm here to take back what's mine."”