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I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1154    |    Released on: 01/09/2026

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wrong with my body befor

mattress that wasn't mine. I froze, my heart hammering a brutal,

sed skin and hard muscle. Even in sleep, he radiated a dangero

. The movement sent a wave of nausea through me, my head pounding in time with my racing heart. I looked down.

hap

errifying, gaping void. A black hole punctuated only by disjointed flashes o

tared at it, my blood running cold. A diamond ring. It wasn't huge, but it was brill

't own this. I wouldn't even kno

folded piece of heavy paper. I leaned in, my breath hitching. A marriage certificate.

om. I didn't know where the ring came from, and I certainly didn't know how I had ended up married

uilt by angels and decorated by devils. Sharp jaw, straight nose, a mouth that looked like it

w tha

The Beast. A man as famous for his brutal, unforgiving force

e a piercing, arctic blue, sharp as skates on new ice. They s

aced with ice. He looked at me like I was

inted to the certificate. "We... I

short, harsh laugh escaped his lips. It was a soun

ri

n the air, heav

spered, my vo

He sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist. His chest was a roadma

y eyes. "I'm not-I don't even know how this happened!

He saw it as a cheap tactic. "Every woman who climbs in

and and dialed. "Marco, get up to the

anded in a heap on my lap. "Put that on and get ou

trash he was casually sweeping out of his life. I

dged makeup, tangled hair, and a few faint, damning bruises on my neck that I had no memory of gett

door. I heard a man's voice, resp

could barely dry them. When I emerged, Garrick was standing by the window, staring

ive hand. "Take her bac

nce leaving no room for argument. As he led me out, I took one last look at

bottle of water and a thick stack of cash. "Mr. Sinclair

his hand away, my voice trembling but resolute. "Tell

ack without a word. He led me to a black se

he glittering facade of the Vegas hotel, a neon palac

sked gently, glancing at

my flower shop in Chicago.

ell, leaving silent tracks of shame on my cheeks. I was completely lost. I di

. A fresh wave of panic washed over me. How could I eve

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I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince
I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince
“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.”