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Surprise Twins for the Hockey Prince

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 565    |    Released on: 01/09/2026

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felt a weight on my leg. A small,

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at her. "Whose child are

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oked, the more familiar it seemed. The eyes,

had no children. That accident five yea

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tighter, insisting, "No! He is

of tears, and then looked down at the little thing clin

s. A strong impulse made me want to b

aurice Carlisle? When had I ev

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Surprise Twins for the Hockey Prince
Surprise Twins for the Hockey Prince
“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."”