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Flash Marriage To The NHL Billionaire Boss

Flash Marriage To The NHL Billionaire Boss

To celebrate dumping my cheating fiancé, I got blackout drunk and had a wild one-night stand with a male escort. The next morning, I opened his wallet to leave a tip, only to freeze at the name on the ID—Connor Barrett, the ruthless billionaire hockey legend and my best friend's terrifying uncle. Panicking, I left a "great service" note with my last few bills and fled. My controlling father immediately froze my bank accounts to force me back to my cheating ex. Desperate, I took a $10,000 salary advance from my PR job and couriered it to Connor as hush money. But hours later, my company announced a tyrannical new president had taken over. It was him. He cornered me in his penthouse office, tossing my torn advance form and the envelope of cash onto his mahogany desk. "You think ten thousand dollars is enough to buy a night with Connor Barrett?" He threatened to leak my escort note to the tabloids and ruin me completely unless I signed a marriage license with him to satisfy a league morality clause. I was completely trapped, penniless, and cornered by a man who controlled everything in this city. I tried to resign and run, but he legally bound me to the company by forcing the salary advance into my account. Sitting in the staff cafeteria later, his hand slid up my bare thigh under the table right in front of his oblivious niece. I realized there was no escaping this billionaire's cage.
Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride

Bound by the Brand: His Contracted Bride

My father and older brother, gone in a blink, left me, Ethan Miller, the last man standing and sole heir to a sprawling Texas ranch empire. The funeral dust hadn't even settled, but the vultures were already circling. My uncle, Robert, saw opportunity where I felt grief, while Governor Sterling delivered an ultimatum: secure my inheritance, or lose it to endless family disputes-by marrying within a year. Then, my ex-girlfriend, Brittany Carter, reappeared, her sympathy dripping with a sweetness that soured my stomach. I' d foolishly held onto a flicker of hope for her, even after she' d left when my prospects weren't "shiny enough." But all my illusions shattered when I overheard her and my cousin, Dylan, plotting. "He' s a wreck, completely clueless," I heard Britt sneer, her voice devoid of remorse. "He' s just a means to an end. Once he' s got full control, and I' ve wrapped him around my little finger, this ranch will practically be ours." My childhood rescuer, the girl I thought cared, was a calculating viper, mocking my grief, planning to carve up my legacy. The words hit me like a physical blow. The crushing weight of fresh profound grief twisted into something colder, sharper: pure, unadulterated anger. How could I have been so blind, so stupid? How could the people closest to me betray me so utterly, so cruelly? They clearly thought I was just a soft, grieving fool easily manipulated. But if they thought they could pick me clean, they were about to learn a harsh lesson. A fire ignited within me, burning off the sorrow. It was time to activate an old pact, one that would bring an unexpected woman into my life, and change everything the vultures thought they knew.