I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Author: Jasmine Writes

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1252 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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ackhammer, every throb keeping time w

ttress beneath a heavy, scorching weight. A man's arm. Thi

oreign to my cramped apartment above the floral shop. I snapped my eyes open. Beyond the ridiculous thread-count of the silk sheets, a floor-to-ceiling window f

ette wheel, the thumping bass of a nightclub, the sharp, fiery burn

d out of the bed. As I reached up to press the heels of my hands agai

d brilliant it made my stomach drop, se

o. Nausea rol

piece of thick parchment bearing the tacky pink logo of a 24-h

d in stark black ink: Garrick

Married to a complete stranger after a tequila bender? The she

nst the tufted headboard. The silk sheets pooled around his waist, exposing a fiercely sculpted

s, and the blood

nyone who had ever glanced at a sports channel or walked past a

highest-paid, most ruthless enforcer in the NHL. They

om of his skate. No shock. No morning-after panic. Just a slow, derisive smirk a

ly rasp, dripping with pure disdain. "You play

, my mind complete

a step back. "Save the innocent act, sweetheart. Spotting me at the club, pouring drinks down my throat, and dragging my blacked-out a

ing a checkbook from the pocket without even looking at me. "Name y

oss the face, quickly spar

f indignation and fear. I clenched my fists at my sides. "I don't e

his pen hoverin

ak through his icy facade. He was assessing me, his gaze sharp and calculating, trying to figure out if my

up. A man who lived his life dodging opportunists

is phone and hit a speed dial. "Marco. It's me. Vegas. We have a situation. Look up the chapel on the

eel microscopic. "My lawyers will be in touc

fused to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I darted into the mass

my spine steel-rod straight as I held on to my last shred of

any door clicke

adrenaline that had kept my spine straight just moments ago evaporated, leaving me hollo

e silver doors slid open. As the car plummeted toward the casi

hts of the Vegas Strip blur past the window. The morning sun was just starting to

nd caught the passing streetlights, mock

d this

ted memories to align. The roulette wheel. The tequila. But between that first burning

arrive on time, and if I had enough coupons to cover my grocery run. Now, I was legally

signature, a quiet annulment, and we'd be s

tight knot of dread formed in my chest. You don't just cross

d in my hand. Was it really going to be that simple? Or had m

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I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Jasmine Writes Romance

“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.”