I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1144 | Released on: 01/09/2026

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ute, she just glared at me, her chin tipped up in that infuriatingly stubborn way. She was terrified-I co

y fascinating. Finally, realizing she had no way out of this room, she snatched the pen from the ta

leather folder restin

wer in my father's study just hours after he died. Seeing my o

uldn't even remember. But I wasn't about to go into a corporate war blind. I had brought Cecelia here to in

esolute posture now, I was hea

ative. "You'll find everything you need in there. A king-sized bed, fresh clothes, toiletries, and a full en-suite bathroom. But don't

rm, asking about Cecelia. The girl was a bulldog. She gave me nothing but fierce praise for her friend's character, her loyalty, her absolute kin

g widow to absolute perfection, dabbing at dry eyes with a lace handkerchief, but I could fe

read the next morning at the Sinclair estate. I saw the flash of raw

ompletely untouched. A strange, unwelcome flicker of concern went through my chest.

h the slight crack, I saw her. She was curled up on the window seat, her knees pulled to her

he thought, and drove to th

ling, their faces grim but their eyes greedy. Matilda, Hays, and Kinle

d. Properties, minor trusts, and stocks were dist

Chicago Mustangs and the entirety of Sinclair Sports & E

ing shares of Sinclair Sports & Entertainment, and ownership of the Ch

held it

Garrick Sinclair, is married, he is the sole inheritor. If he is unmarried, al

zle violently snapped

s my father's arrangement to prevent all of this. John knew his health was failing, and he knew exactly what Matilda was capable of. He h

ing with fake, sickening pity. "Oh, Garrick. Such a shame. But don't you worr

th murmurs of sympathy for me and congratulat

ed as Matilda eagerly reached for the

, I

'll be disappoi

gh the noise like a skate blade on f

d up. I held u

ght of the crystal chandelier. It was identical to the on

hick, suffoc

acked. She looked like a porcelain doll

sses up his nose, his voice filled with shock and

s, disbelieving gaze, wa

my voice clear

er Stone. "Peter," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument

he blood drain entirely from Matilda's face, the pure, unadulterated rage

ve. The girl I thought was a

a glass of whiskey, ignoring the f

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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.”