Sheltered By The Ruthless Hockey King

Chapter 2

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ed through,like a cornered animal. My hand

, filled with a wariness, w

n orphan adopted by the Guy family, and the

urled around the handkerchief I'd jus

e stretched on, I underst

car pulled away smoothly, melting into t

t jacket and draped i

looked up at me, her eyes wid

. I just spoke to my dri

ulled the jacket tighter around herself and buried her face

my lashes, I watched her. Her dress was torn at the hem. Her ankles were red and

Julian Hayes. Look into the Guy family and Stephenson Group. All

repeated the n

warmth of the car and the weight of the jacket finally made her feel safe. Her h

anned across my neck. My

ark against her pale skin, fluttering in her sleep. I hel

se crossed his face behind his glasses, but he was a pro

woman this close. Bu

ak past the window. A plan was beginning t

are. Her body twitched, and a smal

to soothe her, but I stopped it mid-

hifting my weight to let her re

op in the private garage ben

ke her. I opened my door, leaned over,

et slipped from her shoulders, revealing

he private elevator, st

behind me, opening th

ntly laid her down on the soft, king-

er sleeping face. That strange, unsettling pull I'd fel

, closing the door quietly

here immediately," I ordered. "And get so

ded. He never a

poured myself a glass of whisk

nor

wouldn't let

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“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."”