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

Chapter 7

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e massive wrought-iron gates of t

uards to stay in the vehicle. I walked up the marble s

y eyes. His usual arrogance was gone, replaced by ne

Hale family was sitting on the sofas, arranged

y on a cigar. Diane sat beside him, glari

sweater. Her eyes were red and puffy. She leaned her head aga

eldest brother, Logan, slammed his h

n roared. "To get back at Preston, you seduced Presto

of the cathedral to go hold a D-list figure skater's h

nca. "Shut up! You didn't just ruin the wedd

mark was completely gone, but he acted like her ar

he grabbed Bryce's sleeve. "Don't yell at her, Bryce. She w

heels for hours apologizing to your guests, and yo

opted sister made my stomach churn. In my past life, this wo

wait for permission. I sat down, crossed my

imate patriarch voice. "You will divorce Rhett Kincaid t

ibly smug. "If you get on your knees and apologize, I'll make

ed up in my throat. I threw my

e tense room. Diane's face turned pur

exactly as we say, we will disown you in the papers!

death sentence. It was the leash th

r bag. I pulled out the h

Card hit the glass coffee ta

Richard's eyes bulged. The three brothers stared at the

eyes. "I wouldn't wipe my s

aid, my voice echoing in the silent room. "I came to

ed. His lit cigar slipped from his fingers and

. "That's impossible. Rhett Ki

e fragile victim mask cracked, reveali

he people who shared my blood.

and walked toward the grand staircase, heading to the sec

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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."”