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Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 4

Word Count: 883 | Released on: Today at 18:58

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walked fast through the maze of underground VIP tunnels at T

to the home team's locker room, the only

, nasty laughter from a group of men echoe

ap, spotting several players sitting around on

brother, the team's starting winger Preston Ochoa,

s shoulders and bragged to the tea

tos trending online? That w

ing next to him let

hell. A seasoned Puck Bunny like he

sed a black rubber puck

rmela as his girlfriend. Why would he seriously loo

h and made a gross thrust

tel room door on our next road trip, I wouldn't

ice-cold as I dug my nails into my palms, an invisib

th on trash like them, and turned to leave when

ure brushed past my shoulder like a storm

nst the wall with a loud bang, and

hanged out of his black team hoodie, his eyes bl

benches in pure terror, and the smile

why ar

ght at Preston, grabbed him by the collar of his und

and drove it straight into Pr

as Preston screamed, crashing backward into the metal lockers al

before three veteran players rushed forward

gonna ruin his career

dman and pointed a shaking finger at Presto

throat! If I ever hear you say her name

humiliated me in front of the whole country ten minutes ago, so w

eating or sleeping since last night

ion. My knees buckled, and I s

en inside, and Finnegan whipped his head ar

tly, replaced by pure panic as he shoved the

dirty floor and reached out wi

my arm, I used the last bit of

touch

ring at him with nothing but

d-air, a flash of deep pain

running down the tunnel, took one look at the

t of Finnegan and lowered hi

arage. If you carry her out there right now, the

s knuckles popped, before he finally stood up slowly and

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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.”