Sheltered By The Ruthless Hockey King

Chapter 6

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a near-stranger for a car and cash felt hum

rang twice before a crisp, prof

x. Alessandro's assistant.

his right hand. If I could explain it to him, maybe he could a

ng to keep my own voice even. "

e cash, and an inconspicuous car

. I could almost picture Eric's brow furro

romise I won't cause any trouble for Mr. Osborne.

s Nash, I'm not authorized to approve that request. And Mr. Osborn

A direct conversation with Alessandro. What would he think? That

t like it stretche

he line clicked. But i

oney for?"It was Alessandro.

xplanation. My plan was insane. If I

d," I stammered. "To take ca

came through the phone. "Eleanor, do you

eaker, had a penetrating quali

d not

is voice cooled. "If you can't give

ath and threw my last card on the table

This silence was heavier, m

nd of his steady breathing

p, he asked a completely unexpected ques

subway, or a taxi..."

y reporter camped outside the hotel

ked my plan was. I hadn't

ou walk into the wedding?" he continued. "

impulsive fire. My face burned with embarrassmen

ull of defeat. "Then.

in his voice. "So, what you need isn't an inconspicuous car. It's a car t

tle cash. It's enough leverage to buy a w

wasn't stopping me. He was.

dit card in an hour. The car is in the B3 garage, a black Audi. I'll arrange for backup to

ng me staring at

my madness, he was enabling it. Paving the way for it. Th

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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."”