I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Chapter 3

Word Count: 908 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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legacy my father had left behind. I sat in the oppressive silence of the boardroom, stari

r explained, his tone carefully neutral. "Specifical

wasn't just a drunken Vegas mistake. The document detailed her as my lawful wife, but it was the clauses that made my blood run cold. There

ght. Someone had meticulously planned this. Someone had anticipated th

one, who was waiting quietly by the frosted glass door of

shop here in Chicago. No ties to anyone in our circle. No sudden offshore deposits, no suspicious wire tra

back to the hotel room-how her hands had shaken, how she had shoved my blank check back in my face with fierce indignation. My past had taught me the hard w

erhead. The air inside was warm, thick with the scent of damp earth, crushed eucalyptus, and blooming

up and saw me, the color instantly drained from her face. Her shoulders went rigid, her grip tightening on the floral shears.

tepping into the narrow space.

ack against the wooden

fath

genuine, unscripted confusion. "Garrick, I didn't even kno

twitches in her expression. I'd spent years reading tells

ng slightly but laced with a sudden, fierce defiance.

n my absolute certainty. My paranoia, forged by years of being a walking target,

uttered, vibrant space around us. "I don't want your money. I don't want your world, and I definitely don't want

s, a perfect mirror to my own. She wasn't holding out for a better pay

ouldn't bring myself to offer a direct apology, but I let the

silence. It was the first real conversation we'd had since waking up with

on the brass handle. I looked back at her, stand

my voice low. "Especially not anyone cl

a hole in my briefcase. I finally knew the truth about my new wife. She hadn't designed this tra

ced us down

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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.”