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I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1161    |    Released on: 01/09/2026

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t into the comforting scent of eucalyptus at my flower shop. I wanted the quiet rhythm of my ordinary life and the safety of m

the estate tonight," Peter said, his ton

signed a temporary agreement. That doesn't include pa

simply dialed his phone

it. "Garric

lionaire was gone, replaced by a tight, coiled urgency. "The family has gathered. They are waitin

request. For the first time

"Fine. But I'm d

at me in the mirror. The tailored emerald silk gown whispered of old money, but beneath the flawles

the heavy oak doors swung open, the low murmuring in the grand fo

edatory grace, his large, warm hand settling firmly on the

through the sudden silence, absolute

Within minutes, a woman wit

h elegant disdain. "Which prominent family do you belong to? Or

rby, laughed softly.

ly that works hard for what they have, Matilda. I haven't ch

se it takes a certain kind of desperation for so

, but Garrick stepped forward.

, freezing the room. "You will speak to my wife with

s family. My breath hitched. He was still the cold, untouchable Garrick Sincl

sealing us off from the lingering whispers downstairs. The room was a sprawli

ight," he said, pouring a glass of amber liquid at a side tab

oor, gripping my clutch. "

laced by the imposing force of a man used to absolute obedience. "It's past midnight, Cecelia. My rel

can't bully me," I fired back. "I played the part. But our a

e sheer size of him was overwhelming. "It's not a prison. I

e has been upended. I need to go back to my house. I need to tell my mom I'm back fr

t logical for you to shuttle back and forth to tha

tonight, and I am grateful for that. But I told you-I am doing this my way. I

t, a battle of wills. I braced myself for him to demand compliance. Instead, his gaze dr

is phone. "But you are not taking a cab. Peter will dr

didn't realize I was

thered house. A wave of relief washed over me. I turned the key q

dark. Too da

out softly, kick

le

or was ajar. I pushed it open, expecting to see

y chest. "Mom?" I called louder

he kitchen and fr

y shattered near the counter, a pool of white milk spreading across the tiles.

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oming in jagged gasps as my eyes traced the red smears. They trailed i

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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.”