Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

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p, my hospital gown soaked through with cold sweat as a tearing pa

went dark again as my seventh call to my husba

oah and daughter Lily lay. I stretched my arm out to touch the clear plastic

ity gala featuring Landon, the star center and captain of the New York Blades, standing beside actress Amelia Hayes-my older adoptive sis

olden-brown hair styled neatly as he flashed

er my adoptive parents' golden child, pressed close t

ngs to me and all the

e in the back of my throat, and the only sound in th

arrying an IV tray, glancing at the em

e you still not rea

breath to steady

team PR event tonig

d and hung a fresh bag

enough to leave a wife to de

and high, her tiny face turning bright red whi

orced myself out of bed. My bare feet hit the freezing floor

la. Pressing my palm against the wall, I dragged myself step

hit me hard. Black spots flooded my vision, my breath caug

and a large, calloused hand cau

round me as a strong arm slid behind my back, ste

n front of me was Ciaran Whitlock, the captain and star defensema

e, his jaw tightening slightly as

Hold on to me.

ades, the heat of his skin soaking through my damp

nce, Lily's frantic crying s

nd took my daughter into the crook of his elbow,

o lie down

no room for argument. He guided me back to the mattress, helped me s

and froze near the doorwa

hat are you doin

, Ciaran's tall frame blocked the o

hall. Check her vitals immed

a cuff around my arm, gasping

nd severe exhaustion.

eeked inside, clutching a small hockey plushie as h

rd the door and kep

tside for Dad f

the league's toughest defenseman brush the b

pered, my throat dry. "Please don

t and turned toward me, his gaze dropping to my phone

popping champagne for an actress at a g

d Landon's private number right in front of me. The room went dead silent except for the

t have time for rand