Flash Marriage To The Billionaire Hockey Star

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he first flagged page of the prenuptial agreement, my

lashed across the screen. She had clearly just woke

ach knotting up, when Knox reached over and caught my wrist. His

st. "If you ignore her right now, she'll show up at your new office on Monday l

e family so Carlene wouldn't try to use his name for Brodie's career. If I just blo

eath, swiped the screen, an

o, Ca

voice practically blew out the speaker, loud enough that Kn

with terror because Apex Capital's lawyers contacted his boss this m

steady gray-blue eyes, his expression completely unbothe

said, keeping my voice calm and biting. "Do you have any idea what your 'rising star i

the other end of the line.

nothing but glorified hostesses at hotel bars," I said

n they change hockey sticks, and that the whole league is nothing m

greed to meet me was to use you to get his

ng me meant nothing, and my pride was worthless-but insulting the purity of her precious

e? And about Brodie's money?" Carlene's voic

e word," I s

nd that's why my boyfriend stepped in wh

e's sports agent next week, he's going to ruin Brodie's reputation wi

e for a long moment as Carlene proc

ttered under her breath, her rage completel

e his signing bonus! Fine. Forget about Da

ut around the media, Amaya. I'm going to the grocery store

thout waiting

d let out a long breath, the tig

th curved into a slow

to get her off your back," Knox murmured, his deep voi

quickly dropped my eyes to the thirty

e soft rustle of heavy paper as I turned the pages. Knox sat quietly besid

ed down the c

ed Leonard family functions and

all living expenses during the twelve-month term, and will wire a t

htly. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the gold nib to the signature l

in bold, sharp strokes right beside mine without even glancing at

the notary seal at the bottom, locked the folder i

gally binding and

or on his side, stepped out into the swirling snow, and

white storm in his tailored black overcoat

his grasp. His hand closed around mine with startling warmth and strength, pulling me e

mpty. We didn't wait in line; a city supervisor met us right at the security checkpoint an

d IDs, looked up at Knox's famous, scarred face, and then l

ck before he quickly cleared his throat

, opening the official city registry book. "Are you both enteri

deep voice steady and re

e me, his gloved hand still resting lightly against

nexpected sense of re

down on the thick cream pa

unce you husband and wife," the clerk said with a polite smile, handing each of

, my head spun. Twenty minutes ago, I was an orphan Carlene Lane could thre

the Maybach, Knox took off his snow-dusted gloves and tossed his copy of the marriage

ercing gray-blue eyes locking o

ation, Mrs. Leonard," he said, the c

er through me. I held my copy of the certificate agains

e, Mr. L

o a hotel, the suited legal assistant in the front passenger seat looke

red a state of emergency for the Nor'easter. All bridges over the Charles River