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Flash Marriage To The Hockey Tycoon

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1082    |    Released on: Today at 17:32

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oking the glittering expanse of Boston. The waite

ising young man"

Elvina had sent over, with a note that said, "Look like a debutante." I

who was supposed to be here, but on the 15% stake in m

l hadn't shown up, and at that mo

the check and leave, a tall figu

y lights, a broad-shouldered shape

magnetic drawl laced with a carel

, and my br

. A mess of blond hair that looked effortlessly perfect. And his eyes-a star

new

er Ri

that was a permanent fixture in campus sports headlines. The heir to

hook someone from the Rivers family? Then again,

ue eyes. A playful smirk touched the corner of his

il

chose the wrong seat an

like a pot of cold

him, but a crazy and reckle

myself to meet it. I wasn't here for f

etense of social grace. "Mr. Rivers," I

e so direct. Then the smirk widened into a look of genuine interest

act husband. For one year. At the end of the year, w

d possibly offer a man like him. He leaned back, his fin

t? Help me deal with my match-making grandfather

He was clearly familiar wit

, ugly truth. "I can't give you anything, Mr. Rivers. I have nothing. I was just publi

h, to call me crazy, t

He looked at me, really looked at me, and

retched on, th

s voice even and

st have heard h

up his napkin and dabbed at the corner of

mmered agai

motion fluid and commanding. He extended

ircuited. He mea

were strong, the palm broad. This was insane.

d no oth

alloused. Not the hand of a pampered rich boy, but of

ed dinner and his untouched drink behind. He led me

fluorescent lights of Boston City Hall, signi

eached over and picked it up. His blue eyes scanne

would eventually find out. If he disagrees

rescent lights hummed overhead. I coul

at echoed off the marble walls. He picked up t

urned to me, his smirk back in full force. "You're a terri

e signed his name-Collier Rivers-a

o new marriage certificates, th

ur hours of being betrayed, had just

r ran through me. Collier shrugged off his s

scent of expensive cologne and something else-som

his blue eyes impossib

next, Mr

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“For three years, I stayed in the shadows as the secret girlfriend of Briar University's star hockey player. But when I woke up in the hospital, I was greeted by a screaming campus headline: he had just publicly claimed my stepsister as his new queen. My own mother didn't even ask why I had fainted. She called to force me into a blind date for her social climbing, coldly warning me not to embarrass myself over a man who was a "perfect match" for her stepdaughter. Meanwhile, my stepsister paraded around with my boyfriend, playing the innocent victim while living comfortably in my late father's house. I was reduced to the ultimate fool, a dirty little secret everyone laughed at. Three years of my devotion, completely trashed for their calculated business merger. They thought I was just a timid mouse who would hide in a corner, crying over a lying bastard while they took everything I had left. But they were dead wrong. I wiped my tears, extorted my father's hotel shares from my mother, and walked straight into that high-end restaurant. Instead of my mother's pawn, I sat across from Collier Rivers, the legendary heir to Boston's most powerful sports dynasty. "I need a contract husband for one year." Within twenty-four hours, I had a marriage certificate, his heavy jacket on my shoulders, and a plan to take back my home.”