I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Chapter 2

Word Count: 890 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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en, a quiet little flower shop tucked away in the Chicago suburbs. But today, the familiar environment

g felt like a lead weight. I had spent ten minutes in the back room bathroom with liquid soap, frantically trying to pull i

nhouse. Her brow furrowed as she took in my pale face and the dark circles u

ell her I was legally tethered to a stranger. "Just jet lag, Mom," I managed a

f for the interrogation, but she just sighed sof

hone with trembling fingers. I opened a browser and typ

r. He was the star player for the Chicago Mustangs, splashed across sports pages and tabloids ali

ived in a completely different universe. I didn't want his money or his fame. I just wanted my ordinary life back.

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my teammates kept asking why I was so off my game, I just wanted to move on from the Vegas disas

n island. He slid a manila folder across the marble co

"Tell me she's a con artist

o trust funds, no offshore accounts, no suspicious debts. She doesn't have th

. I thought of the way she had looked at me in the hotel room, the sheer panic in her eyes when s

phone buzzed. The caller ID

e, brightly lit hallway of the ER. The suffoc

assed away shortly before you arrived. Given the sudden nature of his cardiac arrest, there a

my chest. John Sinclair was dead. The titan who controlled the Sinclair empire, the man I

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e said smoothly. "I've already secured your father's private files. The arrangements for the

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usting his glasses. "Before I can proceed, I ne

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amendment to his trust last week. It hinges

Vegas marriage certificate Marco had handed me earlier. A sickening realization hit me like a

k spelling out Cecelia. She wasn't just a random headache. S

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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.”