Flash Marriage To The NHL Billionaire Boss

Chapter 3

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hand to my forehead, one

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re about one thing. If he tracks y

money a

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. That man was a billionaire hoc

ed last night as a transaction, maybe Connor would let it go. After all, he

nodded. "Pay to

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ven come up with ten thousand dollars in hush money,

phone, and dialed Dwight's number. It rang for a long time. Whe

s and are ready to crawl back and apologize

ck my money. That's my salary--

for a hockey team frees you from the Madden family? As long a

brought another woman i

marries you, Madden Sports gets the investment. Drop t

late mother, cros

m, and you won't take

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myself. I would

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Julie Mosco Romance

“To celebrate dumping my cheating fiancé, I got blackout drunk and had a wild one-night stand with a male escort. The next morning, I opened his wallet to leave a tip, only to freeze at the name on the ID-Connor Barrett, the ruthless billionaire hockey legend and my best friend's terrifying uncle. Panicking, I left a "great service" note with my last few bills and fled. My controlling father immediately froze my bank accounts to force me back to my cheating ex. Desperate, I took a $10,000 salary advance from my PR job and couriered it to Connor as hush money. But hours later, my company announced a tyrannical new president had taken over. It was him. He cornered me in his penthouse office, tossing my torn advance form and the envelope of cash onto his mahogany desk. "You think ten thousand dollars is enough to buy a night with Connor Barrett?" He threatened to leak my escort note to the tabloids and ruin me completely unless I signed a marriage license with him to satisfy a league morality clause. I was completely trapped, penniless, and cornered by a man who controlled everything in this city. I tried to resign and run, but he legally bound me to the company by forcing the salary advance into my account. Sitting in the staff cafeteria later, his hand slid up my bare thigh under the table right in front of his oblivious niece. I realized there was no escaping this billionaire's cage.”