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Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1339    |    Released on: Today at 12:04

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the humiliation in the dining room had turned him feral. Hi

at me and barked, "Amaya, stop making a scene and apologize t

y heel down toward Davey's leather shoe, but he yanked

into his blotchy, furious face. "Let go of me right now

ked me a step closer to his wet che

quarrel?" he sneered. "Carlene already agreed to this match. Ton

ff me! I already

re out of my throat

ad silent. Both Car

nonsense are you spouting now? You spend every single day either locked in that a

mocking laugh, though he finally loosened his gr

looking thoroughly disgusted. "Stop flattering yourself, Amaya. Everyo

e corridor. I rubbed my throbbing wrist agains

e. "I wouldn't touch Brodie-or you-with a ten-foot pole!

amp pinstriped jacket, looking en

is he, princess? Call him up right now. Let's see what k

threatened, stepping in close to my o

rd to set up for you, don't bother coming back to Cambridge tonight. I

ars in my checking account, nowhere to go in the freezing

and grinned uglily. "That's what I thou

rivate VIP dining room at the end of the hall swung ope

y head ins

of the wall sconces was a man in a c

g presence that made the narrow hallway feel suffocatingly small. As he drew closer, the light caugh

Leo

ckey prodigy, the alternate captain of Boston's NH

e he had stood in the pouring rain in a black coat, too untou

his dark brows drawn together in slight impatience as he li

eaty hand to grab my shoulder agai

al instinct, I ducked under Davey's arm and bolted forward, runn

ed out, my vo

n the hall

rcing, gray-blue eyes shifted from his a

to intercept me, thinking I was some crazed fan, but Knox lif

eve of his tailored suit jacket with trembling fingers. Up close, the heat radiating o

ed out, loud enough for the whole corridor t

down at my pale knuckles clutching his expensive wool sleeve, then bac

a, are you seriously grabbing some random guy in the ha

t recognizing his face in the dim hallway light. "Sir, I am terribly sorry! My foster daughter is ha

f Knox shook me off right now and said he didn't know me, Davey would d

. My throat burned as I whispered so quietly only he could hear over

n't say

inger marks were already blooming against my pale skin. Then, his eyes cut slowly past my shoul

stomach. We were practically strangers. Why would a billionaire NHL star get involved in my messy

ed hand closed firmly around mine, his warm fingers caref

step behind the shield of his broad shoulders and

nox asked, his voice a

alf-step back, the smug gri

my stunned face, his thumb brushing once against the back of

p you waiting

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Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star
Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star
“Since my foster father passed away, my foster mother Carlene treated me like a burden she couldn't wait to discard. Fearing I would cling to her biological son-a rising NHL rookie coming home next week-she forced me into a blind date with a sleazy, arrogant finance bro to get rid of me. When he mocked my career and treated me like a cheap toy, I threw a glass of ice water in his face. He violently grabbed my wrist in the restaurant hallway, his fingers digging into my bones. Carlene didn't lift a finger to help. Instead, she glared at me. "Apologize to him right now, or I will throw your bags onto the street tomorrow morning!" After ten years of walking on eggshells in her house, my heart turned completely cold. I had no money, nowhere to go, and realized she would gladly watch me be destroyed just to keep her family pristine. Driven by pure survival instinct, I lunged at a tall stranger walking out of the VIP lounge and desperately claimed he was my boyfriend. I didn't expect him to be Knox Leonard, the billionaire head of Apex Capital and Boston's most untouchable NHL star. And I certainly didn't expect him to wrap his arm around my waist, terrify my abusers, and offer me a two-million-dollar marriage contract.”