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Sheltered By The Ruthless Hockey King

Sheltered By The Ruthless Hockey King

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1216    |    Released on: Today at 20:35

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he Guy family will take away a

the rain like a blade, sharp eno

ned hem of my wedding dress, heavy with rain, twisted around my legs; I tore it free, silk ripping, the sound sw

of the two bodyguards echoed

ile, the glint in her eyes as she said, "Eleanor, this is for the good of the family.If on

hat was how she pushed me into this hell. A sharp, physical ache of b

harder, spotting a dumpster blocking part of the path. I vaulted o

my throat. I bit it back, tasting blood, and forced myself to keep movin

light. The end of the alley.

tting me off. He stood there, blocking my onl

und, desperate, and ran bli

. The impact sent a dull thud through the al

ck Rolls-Royce Phantom, parked silently at the mouth of the

ing me in their glare like a terrified animal. I

into my skin hard enough to bruise. I twisted, trying to break free, but he yanked me backward. The

ear window

profile of a man. His jawline was a shar

face. His fingers curled, knuckles going white against the leather-a single, almost imperceptible

I lunged toward the open window, my hand

. "Please, help me! Take me with

e, flickered over me, then to the men behind me. The

grab my arm. "Sir, this is a family matter," he said gruffly

tter despair washing over me

clicked open. A man in a tailored suit, Eric Hendrix, stepped out, holding a

it open re

stom leather shoe emerged, landi

the umbrella from his assistant and simply stood there. His presence was

light, I could see his face. He was brutally han

their faces paled. One of t

a lightning strike. The famous hockey sta

His brow furrowed, a barely perceptible tightening. Then his eyes returned to my face, and for one heart

till trying to justify himself. "Mr. O

was precise, placing his body directly between me and t

e was flat, almost bored, but it carr

ld the absolute certainty of a

n his face curdled into fear. The other guard took

. He spoke again, and this time, there was a flicker of somethin

unable to

ngle, cold glance from Alessandro silenced him. The le

t hesitate. Ignoring the screaming pain in my knee, I scrambled ar

e storm and the hunters. I was safe. The t

seat beside me. I could smell the faint, clean sc

Alessandro was watching me, his expression unfathomable. Then he pulled a

he asked, hi

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Sheltered By The Ruthless Hockey King
Sheltered By The Ruthless Hockey King
“I was running barefoot through a slick, rainy New York alley, chased by my foster parents' hired muscle and a swarm of bloodthirsty paparazzi. They had just sold me to a repulsive pig, Dusty Stephenson, in exchange for a lucrative family business deal. When I refused to be their puppet and escaped my own engagement gala, they didn't even bother to cancel the event. Instead, they found a cheap lookalike imposter to stand on stage in my place. Through the ballroom doors, I watched the fake "Eleanor Nash" smiling next to Dusty, accepting the applause of hundreds of oblivious guests. My foster parents were happily sealing their corrupt deal, stealing my identity to force the marriage through public opinion. When my best friend Arlie crashed the party to expose the fraud, Dusty's mother viciously ordered the security guards to grab her. How could the people who raised me be so completely ruthless? They treated my life like a disposable commodity, and when I wouldn't play along, they simply replaced me to keep their disgusting lie alive. I couldn't just hide in the shadows and let them destroy my name. I pushed open the heavy ballroom doors, walked straight through the stunned crowd in my ruined, damp dress, and stared them down. "I am the real Eleanor Nash. And in three days, I will expose this entire conspiracy."”