Once Innocent

I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Jasmine Writes

I woke up married to a stranger. Not just any stranger. Garrick Sinclair-the cold, ruthless captain of the Chicago Mustangs, the man every woman in Chicago dreamed of and every sensible woman stayed away from. I didn't remember marrying him. I didn't even remember sleeping with him. Yet there was a diamond ring on my finger, a marriage certificate beside the bed, and Garrick looking at me like I was nothing more than another gold digger trying to get her hands on his money. He offered me cash to disappear. I wanted nothing from him except the truth. But then his adoptive father died, leaving behind a shocking condition for Garrick's inheritance: He had to be married. Suddenly, the marriage neither of us remembered became the only thing protecting his family's billion-dollar empire. Then my mother was murdered. I came home to find her dead among the roses she loved, only to wake up in a police station as the prime suspect. My home was a crime scene. My mother was gone. And I had nowhere left to turn. Except the husband who had once wanted me gone. Garrick got me out of jail and pulled me into his world. But the closer we became, the stranger everything felt. Whenever he touched me, he remembered things he had forgotten. A locked room. A terrified little boy. A girl in a pink dress. And a promise made in the dark. I thought my marriage to Garrick was the worst mistake of my life. Now I'm starting to wonder if it was the one thing that was never a mistake at all. Because I may not be a stranger to Garrick Sinclair. I may be the missing piece of his darkest memory. And someone has already killed once to make sure we never remember the truth.

Romance Suspense Contract marriage Arranged Marriage Billionaire One-night Stand Dark Romance Sports Romance (Hockey/Football/Soccer/MMA/Swimming)

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At seven o’clock, Amanda is already dressed up for school. Did I say school? – I meant school mate’s birthday party.

It seemed kind of surprising to everyone, Amanda barely watches television programs with everyone but was still staring at the mirror smiling, dressing her hair back and forth still uncomfortable, she lets her free.

Mom stood speechless watching, a companied by Brother Paul, I and Gloria our housemaid. Her smiles at no one exactly were worth the family checking up on her if she’s okay or if she needs the help of the mental asylum. After a while, she started murmuring to the tin air as if answering questions. She shakes her head moving her blonde hair back and forth trying to behave shabbily.

After some time, she laughed out and her cheeks flush red maybe because of her complexion or maybe she was blushing at tin air too.

Mom couldn’t take it anymore the whole thing looked crazy to her, she felt like slapping her but rather she called on her rashly.

“Amanda, are you okay?” She asked looking at Amanda’s body response; she seemed to be absent-minded the whole time.

“Mum,” she responded looking at me and Brother Paul. The way we stood stationary explains that we were there for a long time staring at her mode display.” I was practicing,” she added scratching her hair and putting her face down.

The surprise on everyone’s face was kind of scary.

I thought you were going to a birthday party?” mum asked.

“Yes mom,” she responded

“What then are you practicing for?” mom asked curiously.

Immediately, her brain ran as far as it could to solve for a response that wouldn’t warrant any further questions.

“You see, I am the assistant senior prefect, the head girl of the college and you know that,” she breaks and swallows. “I have to give a speech,” she added running out with her bag.

Though she didn’t tell me as always where she was going, I knew whose birthday would drive her crazy, ‘Mac-Dicky’s.’

Mac-Dicky is the most handsome guy in school, as they say forgetting that I exist. He is the only crush my sister ever had since from js1 (first grade).

I don’t know if it was because of his cuteness or his brain.

Mac-Dicky although being handsome, had time for his books and has never failed a test.

While he is not the only boy with good grades in my school but his class Ss3.

The other boys in his class were into girls calling themselves playboys.

I wonder what gave them that mindset!

Mac-Dicky isn’t much of a freak he just lives his life and was very much close to my sister but unfortunately, he never asked her out but would come to gist with her.

One crazy thing that made me burst into laughter was when he started dating my sister’s best friend ‘Grace’

Who from the start knew about my sister’s crush on him or should I say love for Dicky because it lasted too long.

“Can they still be friends?”

If I am to be asked, I’ll say I don’t know because they still talk and walk together. The only difference is that my sister doesn’t smile and laugh with her often as her gist with my sister is mostly about Mac.

“Wait a minute,” mom halted her movement, walking towards her and standing right in front of her.

“Where’s your gift for the celebrant?” Mom asked shaking her head slightly and standing akimbo.

“Does she need a gift?” Big brother asked.

For a moment, everyone stood quietly staring at him.

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