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Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 3

Word Count: 867 | Released on: Today at 18:58

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s conference hall at TD Garden wearing a baseball cap

thin hours, those blurry hallway photos had blown up across American social

ack training hoodie with the team logo, his face blank while t

the front row shot hi

us Dana Davenport at last night's rehearsal dinner? Does this

my fingers together in my lap, my heart hanging in m

nd tapped his long fingers against the table be

ing a

ghtly, his tone dripp

ay. There is no way I would ever be interest

R manager breathed a huge sigh of relief, quickly

water poured over my head, leaving me shi

o another word, so I stood up and

an Och

hin, lonely figure disappear behind the side

s dug into my palms, using all my willpower to stop myself

PR manager with a dark face, strode down the executive ha

controlling this entire franchise, sat behind h

d slammed both hands down

ad every word of the PR

eport in his hands, his voice c

nough? The board has reached it

walked around th

ting rights negotiations, and the NHL league office is

laugh and strai

m suspend me.

anger, and he threw a thick

Captain's 'C'? What about the f

ked down, I saw a drafted PR marriage contract with Da

beat, and I jerked my

arry her when the whole country

ilk tie, his tone leavi

only way to show the public you are a responsible man who settles down. Besides, D

na walking out that side door flashed in my m

ot doi

me coldly and pla

ne else tomorrow morning, and I will make su

loodshot eyes, my chest heaving as I realized he had a

nd my need to keep her safe, I bent down and picked up

thout another word, and walked out into the cold hal

na is right now. I

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“I was forced back to the wealthy Davenport estate after five years of exile, just to be a prop at my stepsister's wedding. But my nightmare truly began when my childhood sweetheart, Finnegan, now an NHL superstar, trapped me in a PR marriage contract to save his team's image. My father threatened my best friend's life to force me to sign, and when I tried to run away, Finnegan dragged me back. He kissed me fiercely in front of the flashing cameras, claiming I was the only woman he ever wanted. But the moment we were in private, his fake girlfriend Carmela showed him self-inflicted scratches on her arm. "Look at her! She's a violent lunatic!" Without hesitation, Finnegan chose to believe her over me. Right in front of my eyes, he handed Carmela his family's antique sapphire necklace-the heirloom meant only for his legal wife. The next morning, my own father cornered me in the bathroom, jabbing his heavy cane into my shoulder and bruising my chin. "I want you to wag your tail like an obedient dog and lock Finnegan's heart down!" I couldn't understand why Finnegan locked me in this hell if he loved someone else, or why my family wanted to destroy me so badly. Just as my father unlocked the door, Finnegan was standing right there in the hallway, his eyes locking onto my bruised face and tears. I wiped my face and looked back at them coldly. Since they forced me to sit at their table, I would make sure they all choked on their own game.”