Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

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e Davenport estate, and the freezing early winte

crystal chandeliers inside

for my family for ten years, turn

ed smile froze, and she hurried away with her h

my arm, took a deep breath, and walked toward the

, the violin music seemed to hit a pause button, and the

amusement hit me like invisible spotlights, maki

the crowd, looking for the person who h

eam's star defenseman and a loudmouth in the WAG circle, nudg

ht as she brushed past my shoulder, she tilted her wrist a

he thin fabric and clung to my skin,

over her mouth and

idn't notice our famous little

om tuxedos and women in couture gowns stared openly

oe's heavily made-up face, pulled a tissue from my

n't breaking down, so she stepp

he entire league for failing three drug tests even

d it straight into the empty champagne flute in her

ation, you'd know my noble stepmother forced me

ghter around us died instantly as I walked

ass Davenport, the former NHL Hall of Fame captain, standing by

, swallowed the bitter taste in

r, I'm

idn't even turn his head; his fing

lances, made quick excuses, and walked away with t

into my palms, just about to speak again when a sick

my stepsister, Henretta Reilly, who was dressed in a flashy brides

her arm through his, and looked me up and do

rled into a

of that tiny, run-down academic apartment near your

bracelet on her wrist and clicked her heels right

ar and whispered so only

ic you look right now. Try n

pair putting on their show and

one my part here, so you two

laugh and suddenly grabbed my

d of the ballroom without lettin

sister, you have to meet

ng us like a circus act, I didn't want to cause a

rner of the hall, and Henretta called out to a tall

nd the dim light hit the shallo

ploded in my ears, all the blood drained fro

de that Boston hotel suite five years ago smoking

ea rushed up my throat, and pure terror ma

demon, turned around under everyone's sho