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Flash Marriage To The Ultimate Sports Tycoon

Flash Marriage To The Ultimate Sports Tycoon

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1018    |    Released on: 14/10/2026

Rutled

e of the underground VIP corridor at TD Garden, the so

stainless-steel container filled with chi

arrying the quiet expectation of a wife coming to suppo

Fowler's private lounge, a perk paid

ntending to slip in qu

gany door, I wrapped my finge

without

ed, resting open by

ard, a sharp, breathy moan

tion, turning the blood i

ht of the lounge revealed two naked bodies

d heavy cologne roll

ar shoulders flexing, his skin marked by the

as D

nd of th

back against the cushio

teammate's grieving sister-the one he claimed suffered from severe

hit my stomach, so intens

tapped lightly aga

the rhythm st

's voice cut through the

left hand over my mouth until

flat against the c

with a lazy laugh. "You're jumpy. That idiot Kendall is probably

the mood. If it weren't for the Rutledge hockey franchise rights, do you reall

had been seized by an iron

f my palm, drawing blood as cresce

. "What if she ever checks the public registry and realizes the notarized certificate

my skull like a

ath left

e mar

tion, built on a fo

t a thing. Once I finish shifting her offshore trust funds into my agency's corpora

xo

had begged me to sponsor t

an orpha

nd Kyleigh's bi

until the metallic taste

stant, replaced by a ruthless, freezin

not

n the door to stage

ision, I slipped my phone

through the crack of th

ns captured every angle of their naked betrayal and eve

y boots of a security guar

the screen, and slid the

r one last time, feeling every t

ee-hour chicken soup straight into th

Garden with stead

hit my face, stripping away th

locked the doors, and dialed the encrypted

my name from five years ago to today," I said, my voice quiet, flat, and st

encrypted file arrived

ense under your name. Furthermore, three unauthorized offshore

ng my index finger against

-sharp smile

crap of forged paper to bleed a

a who he had

emergency administrative freeze that insta

r, I smoothed my hair and reapp

gle, I was going to make sure

as, the engine roaring as the car

lit up, the screen flashing wi

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“I carried a thermos of homemade chicken soup to the VIP lounge to surprise my husband after his ice time. But through the unlatched door, I caught him tangled naked on the sofa with Kyleigh-the "grieving sister" of a fallen teammate he claimed desperately needed our family's charity. I froze in the hallway, pressing my back against the cold concrete, only to hear something even more chilling. "What if she finds out the Nevada marriage certificate you gave her is completely fake?" Kyleigh purred. My husband scoffed, calling me a cold, arrogant idiot. He bragged that once he finished draining my family's century-old hockey trust funds into his agency's account, he would discard me. Even worse, I realized the four-year-old orphan he had begged me to sponsor was actually their biological child. Three years of my complete devotion and financial support, all built on a forged piece of paper and a calculated lie. He really thought I was just a sheltered heiress he could bleed dry and toss aside. I didn't kick the door open, and I didn't scream. Instead, I pulled out my phone, calmly recorded their naked betrayal, and dumped the three-hour soup into the trash bin. Since I was legally a single woman, I immediately called my Wall Street counsel to freeze all my offshore assets. He thought he was a mastermind, but he had no idea who he had just provoked.”