Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

Chapter 7

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ablet on the coffee table in front of me and tapped the live audio-video f

the screen as Landon stormed into the Blades locker room after pra

ther players exchanged nervous glances, and the

three times, his jaw clenching when the Summerlin

slowly unstrapped his heavy leg pads, his

brow stood out sharply under the fluorescent lights as

ike a lost rookie's," Nikolai said in a low,

ead up, glaring dagg

Voss? Watch your mouth-I

raight at him. "A captain who drinks champagne with a C-lis

locker room, the forwards

d marched right up to Nikola

marriage is none of

full two inches over Landon and lo

e captain of the Boston Monarchs hold your newborn kid in the hospital. You threw

right fist clenching unti

ned to walk by! And Rhea do

whole league knows Whitlock never meddles in anyone's life

ched the metal lock

the divorce with that woman at City Hall!

Evan Foster, rushed in dripping with sweat, pulling Landon

pped, pulling his jacket on. "Is th

"Summerlin Performance's legal team just sent a formal notice to the leag

k by lightning, the bloo

hat reason di

intellectual property!" Evan whispered in panic. "They claim t

s forehead as he stared blankly at the floor, muttering to himself th

eling beside the twins' bassinet to gently touch

p of his wine. "And next week, the tax and fra

life," Henry said huskily, looking up at me. "That's why I joined the

hand over my second brother'

ere now, Hen

arm around my shoulders, while Willi

set for ten tomorrow morning at City Hall

ant to watch him sign away his l

t smile. "Before we reveal who we are, I'll go as your

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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

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“I was in the hospital, delivering twins all by myself. My husband, Landon, ignored my seven calls. Instead, I saw him on a live broadcast at a charity gala, letting an actress press close to him and announce to the cameras that he belonged to her tonight. Just three days ago, he had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I step aside so they could sign a joint commercial deal. Exhausted and anemic, I nearly collapsed on the freezing hospital floor trying to comfort my crying babies. It was Landon's biggest hockey rival who caught me and held my newborn daughter. When he called Landon to warn him I was in bad shape, Landon just yelled over the phone, telling him to mind his own business. Landon later tossed a check on my nightstand, mocking that without his name and money, I wouldn't survive a week in New York. For three years, I hid our marriage and secretly wrote every tactical playbook that built his superstar reputation. Yet he treated me like dirt, calling me an ordinary orphan who would be nothing without him. What he didn't know was that my doctor had just walked in with a DNA report. I wasn't a nobody. I was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Summerlin family. The exact sports tech empire Landon was currently begging for a massive endorsement deal. Looking at the sleeping twins, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation. It was time to take back everything he stole from me.”