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The Hockey King's Secret Twins

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 807    |    Released on: 22/10/2026

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led up to

door. I put

watched me roll into a river and went back insi

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a breath. "You're a doctor. Ar

with those huge gray

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was Brielle'

brother. Theo,

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at her neck. I dropped to my knees, lac

backward like she'd seen a ghost. "

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mall and furious slammed into Moni

s up, his number 19 jersey hanging to his kne

She looked from Theo to me and ba

r daughter's not breathing. My mom's doing CPR. If sh

lk back to me

ailbox. "Theo," she whispered

looks like," Theo agreed. "That's why she lo

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er face is too

snorted. Then someone

pend on their houses. Her forehead hasn't moved s

le ga

rolled. Then her whole body began to

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cushioned her head, timed it

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and leaned close so

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folded his arms, and

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didn't realize you were helping her! Thank you,

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father fell for her. Th

let her wrist go. "We're going t

s and walked back to the

*

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“They sold me for ten million dollars. One night with a stranger. My father signed the check. My stepmother poured the drug into my cocoa. My stepsister laughed while two men dragged me upstairs. The man who came to me in the dark was burning with fever, black veins crawling up his arm. He asked me only one thing: "Are you sure?" By dawn, he was gone. He never even saw my face. My family rolled me off a cliff into the river below, and went back inside to finish their wine. Five years later. Ryker Thorne, the billionaire captain of the Boston Ironclads, carries an unconscious woman through a hotel lobby. Then he stops cold. A four-year-old boy in an oversized number 19 jersey is hacking the hotel's computer, right under the front desk girl's nose. The boy looks up. Storm-gray eyes meet storm-gray eyes. The same cold stare Ryker sees in his own mirror before every game. "Dex," Ryker says quietly. "Find out everything about that woman." He doesn't know the boy has already hacked the hotel's security cameras and seen his mother being pulled into Suite 808. He doesn't know the boy has just torn his poster off the bedroom wall. "Ryker Thorne," the boy whispers into the dark. "You messed with the wrong family."”