The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

Chapter 4

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ing as he swallowed hard, his grip on my wrist tig

shoulder at Dedric's king-sized bed. "I have zero inte

fingers through mine, and pul

with

stairs to avoid Brenda in the hallway, and slippe

roared as he wove through city traffic, finally pulling into the und

he front desk entirely and led me into a private e

ehind us with a solid thud, cut

spun me around and pinned me against the door

walk out this

ands around the back of his neck, and pulled hi

tangled one large hand in my hair, tilted my

spun and my lungs burned for air. Every trace of Dedric's cold, critical voice van

fingers twisting into t

the floor. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as he carri

tanding over the bed as he rolled up his cuffs and u

and the pale scar from a skate blade just below his collarbon

, his mouth blazing a trail down my jaw and across my throat,

em away until skin met hot skin. Every brush of his

g into the tight muscles of his shoulders. The room fill

himself on his forearms above me as a drop

oice raspy and dark. "Look at who has you ri

blue gaze, and nodded before pull

orrow-only the crushing weight of his body and a hea

mp against his chest, listening to the

n on the top of my head while his fingers idly twisted a lock of

de the bed, a shrill ringt

o ringtone I had set f

rrowed his eyes at my handbag on the floor,

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ANASTASIA GRAVES Romance

“For two years, I played the obedient wife to a star hockey player, even shelving my own scientific research to protect his devoted family man brand. Then, a text message led me to a luxury cabin in the freezing rain, where I saw my husband half-naked on a sofa with my best friend of ten years. Through the glass, I heard them mocking my pathetic salary, laughing about how he only kept me around to balance the books for his charity foundation. When I called him right outside the window, he smoothly lied about being in bed at the team hotel. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Coach kept us on the ice late." He kissed her right on the mouth as he spoke those words to me. My heart shattered, realizing my entire marriage was a carefully crafted lie and my best friend was a parasite using me for clout. I couldn't understand how they could take me for such a fool, humiliating me for years while expecting to walk away clean. But I wasn't alone in the dark. The man who brought me there was her husband-a supposedly broke, benched player who was secretly the billionaire owner of my husband's entire sports franchise. "Now, how do you want to hit back?" he whispered in the shadows. I wiped my tears, put on a backless crimson couture gown, and walked straight into the league's most exclusive VIP gala to tear my husband's fake life apart.”