Married My Ex's Hockey King Uncle: Now My Family Begs

Chapter 2

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f the Vance family's VIP suite. My heart hamm

stepped in front of the

ng with Mr. Gus Vance," the guard said, his

sified emergency loophole regarding who would inherit the Vance family's ownership of the

ed two fingers to his earpiece and

click echoed from inside the wood. The

air was thick with the sharp scent of

ens, sat in a single leather armchair. His long legs were crossed.

face was purple with rage. He already kn

eyes locked onto me. His gaze was an

to cancel the ceremony, Wren? I am

ed at the two most powerful men

anned," I said clearly. "Bu

und his cane. "Are you insane? Do you wan

ly at the silent man in the armcha

sharp breath, the kind of silence that only lands when the unt

leaned forward. "Do you have any

n walked out on me at the altar. Hi

etonation. Gus made a strangled sound. Rhett

benefit agreement we briefly discu

out who takes over the team. I need a fortress to survive the fallout of today. Your name is the only one strong enough to sh

e stood up. His massive frame instantly swallowed

down, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "If you sig

n up. "I have nothing left to lo

This saves the family's face. And it completely cuts that

, "I will have the lawyers change the docum

silence stretched for ten agonizing seco

the wall. "Initiate Plan B. You have five minut

e the door. Bianca shoved past th

"What are you doing?" Bianca shrieked. "Are you

e between us, raised my hand, and deliver

Bianca crashed to the floor, clutching

to his pocket, pulled out a silk

our hands," Rh

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Married My Ex's Hockey King Uncle: Now My Family Begs

Ive Gutterson Romance

“The last time I wore this wedding dress, my fiancé ran out on me. Twenty minutes before our wedding, Preston Vance got a phone call. His first love, Bri, had fallen at skating practice and broken her leg. "I have to go," he said. "Make up an excuse." In my last life, I begged him to stay. I cried until my throat bled. He left anyway. Three years later, my adopted sister framed me, and my own family threw me out into a Chicago blizzard. I called Preston with frozen fingers. I heard Bri giggling before he hung up. My mother left me a voicemail: "Die in the street, Wren. Just don't bleed on my carpets." So I died. Then I opened my eyes in my wedding dress, on the same morning, twenty minutes before the ceremony. This time, I didn't beg. I let him go. My sister told me to go apologize to the guests. I slapped her hand away. My mother told me to say the wedding was off, and that it was all my fault. "The wedding is not being postponed," I said. "I'm going to get a new groom." There was only one man in that cathedral Preston was afraid of. His uncle. Rhett Kincaid. Captain of the Chicago Wardens. The most feared man in the NHL. In my last life, he was the one who covered my frozen body with his own coat and buried me when my family wouldn't. "If you sign this, there's no backing out," he told me. "Ever." "I have nothing left to lose." Ten minutes later, every screen in the cathedral changed from PRESTON & WREN to RHETT & WREN. Six hundred guests watched him slide the Vance family ring onto my finger and kiss me in front of every camera in Chicago. Now my family wants me to divorce him and crawl back. Preston just saw the photo. And my new husband just told me: "Tear the house down if you want. No matter what mess you make, I will bury it."”