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Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1701    |    Released on: Today at 12:04

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t like it had been sucked

o miss. It was the same sharp, ruthless face plastered across Forbes covers,

ging eyes, his mouth opening

intained middle-class poise shattered instantly. The color drained from her che

my cold skin. Looking down from his six-foot-th

his deep voice echoing off the narrow walls.

e bobbing frantically as he tried to

mpossible! How could a nobody like her be dating someone at your level? She's pla

a short, humo

f my hand only to slide his heavy arm firmly aroun

his chest and the crisp scent of cedarwood and winter m

as flat, carrying the quiet, terrifying authority of a ma

d toward Carlene, his face red and sweating. "Carlene! Didn't yo

o clasp them together in front of her stomach. Sh

er voice shaking. "Amaya never breathed a wo

lue eyes, shifting his g

ard were still alive to see you pimping out the girl he raised to

lapped her across the face. Her head snapped down

out of that VIP room two seconds ago. He had he

y, his cold gaze droppin

hands on her w

shoved his right hand behind his back,

ack to the table, Mr. Leonard! I swear I

ight tilt of his chin toward the sui

hly and held out a crisp, matte-bla

el for Apex Capital," the assistant

Leonard's partner, our litigation team will be contacting the m

e didn't even dare take the card. Everyone working on State Street knew that Apex C

just get Davey fired-it would get him blacklist

oice cracked in sheer panic as he bowed his head repeatedly. "I'm sorry

nally against my waist, his thum

hotel security break the hand you t

ining room, he spun around and bolted down the hallway, scrambling so fast on the polished floor

ath I felt like I had been

oned by her prize catch. She forced a stiff, ugly smil

ng since Richard's funeral," she said, try

other? Brodie is coming home next week after signing

ipped ice. "You don't need to trouble yourself w

around my waist and steered me past her toward the p

he heavy brass doors slid shut, cutti

alone with his silent assistant, I realized

treated two paces, pressing my back flat against the cool metal w

eadable flicker crossed his gray-blue eyes before h

t as I rubbed it gently. "If you hadn't walked out when you did and pl

nst the opposite handrail, his heavy gaze

dry mockery in his deep voice. "Two min

open up and swallow me whole. "I panicked! Davey was trying to drag me out to his ca

ightly as he looked at the red fin

irst instinct is to grab a random man in a hallway instead o

had been his youth coach and mentor, and Knox had paid for Richard's medical bills and funeral,

my fingers curling into the cheap wool hem of my coat. "Besides,

e, a deep frown creasing his scarred brow

und VIP parking garage. Sitting in the reserved spot right beside the elevator doors wa

levator, unbuttoning his

u back to Cambridge," h

rified of being trapped alone in a cramped two-seater sp

d quickly, taking a step toward the pedestrian exit ramp. "The T sta

his head slowly, his scarred right eyebrow lifting as

eater Boston starting in ten minutes," Knox said flatly. "Do you want to freeze

emergency weather alert, and a freezing blast of wind howled d

of the car, pulled open the heavy passenger door, and stood ther

the low leather bucket seat. The second Knox shut the door above me, sealing me inside t

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Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star
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“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.”