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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 858    |    Released on: 10/11/2026

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of my old confidence returning as I looked at Oliver and William. "Who do you think has been c

de the Blades' facility and their head coach was bragging about how Sterling

scholarship before Landon convinced me to drop o

, his gaze was the most intense, carrying the weight of years spent looking into the dark cor

ask force for missing children instead. Every cold case I ever opened, every lead I chased across state lines for eight years-I was looking for you, Rhea. A

want him to sign the divorce decree cleanly at City Hall without knowing who my family is. If Landon finds out

glad he was on my side. "Smart girl. Let the fool sign away his r

k into my mother's gentle embrace, I closed my eyes for

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y in Westchester, my head was pounding from champagne and lack of sleep,

Three million impressions on the photos of you and Amelia. And better news-Summerlin Performance confirmed they are making the

e call from Ciaran Whitlock last night, and a spike of irritation hit me. Rhea had actually had the twins early, and instead o

ting goaltender-and the only guy on the roster who competed with me for endorse

locker room to hear, leaning his six-foot-three frame against the

ait, Rhea had the babies last night? Congra

How the hell do yo

in Boston. Word travels fast when Ciaran Whitlock has to catch the New York Blades captain's wife from pa

dead silent. Tape r

ave of fury and sudden, violent jealousy cras

e one who held your newborn daughter first because you couldn't even bother to answer your phone. Funny, isn't it? Every time Rhea breaks do

showers, leaving me standing frozen

ld before I even saw them. And Rhea-quiet, obedient Rhe

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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins
Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins
“I was in the hospital, delivering twins all by myself. My husband, Landon, ignored my seven calls. Instead, I saw him on a live broadcast at a charity gala, letting an actress press close to him and announce to the cameras that he belonged to her tonight. Just three days ago, he had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I step aside so they could sign a joint commercial deal. Exhausted and anemic, I nearly collapsed on the freezing hospital floor trying to comfort my crying babies. It was Landon's biggest hockey rival who caught me and held my newborn daughter. When he called Landon to warn him I was in bad shape, Landon just yelled over the phone, telling him to mind his own business. Landon later tossed a check on my nightstand, mocking that without his name and money, I wouldn't survive a week in New York. For three years, I hid our marriage and secretly wrote every tactical playbook that built his superstar reputation. Yet he treated me like dirt, calling me an ordinary orphan who would be nothing without him. What he didn't know was that my doctor had just walked in with a DNA report. I wasn't a nobody. I was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Summerlin family. The exact sports tech empire Landon was currently begging for a massive endorsement deal. Looking at the sleeping twins, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation. It was time to take back everything he stole from me.”