Surprise Twins for the Hockey Prince

Chapter 4

Word Count: 577 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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cold was a physical shock, flooding

s of the yacht grew distant, a blurry sp

d in my mind. Hatred gave me a final burst of strength. I

ousness began to fade. Just as I thought it was all o

years

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roar of the crowd pulled

. The air smelled of

a Sloan,

cart like a race car driver!" a brig

princess dress, her hair in two small pigt

cket was seriously pushing a large luggage cart, his

s soft hair. "Adrian, be car

g his otherwise serious face. "Don

ver and hugged my leg. "Mommy,

ing her cheek. "It's okay, my little princes

ead through my chest. They were the onl

n old fisherman who was out night

s pregnant-with twins. Two childr

heir heartbeats inside me, I chose to keep them. They

usiness management and perfecting the baking skills my mot

e. And to take back what be

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phone ringing. It was my friend and

be there soon. She'll take the kids

her. Thank you, Jo

met in Europe. He was a cr

lked toward us with a smile. "Miss Sloan? I'm Kimora.

rom my arms, lookin

ttle finger pointed in the distan

of men in black suits surrounding a

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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."”