I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

I woke up married to a stranger. Not just any stranger. Garrick Sinclair-the cold, ruthless captain of the Chicago Mustangs, the man every woman in Chicago dreamed of and every sensible woman stayed away from. I didn't remember marrying him. I didn't even remember sleeping with him. Yet there was a diamond ring on my finger, a marriage certificate beside the bed, and Garrick looking at me like I was nothing more than another gold digger trying to get her hands on his money. He offered me cash to disappear. I wanted nothing from him except the truth. But then his adoptive father died, leaving behind a shocking condition for Garrick's inheritance: He had to be married. Suddenly, the marriage neither of us remembered became the only thing protecting his family's billion-dollar empire. Then my mother was murdered. I came home to find her dead among the roses she loved, only to wake up in a police station as the prime suspect. My home was a crime scene. My mother was gone. And I had nowhere left to turn. Except the husband who had once wanted me gone. Garrick got me out of jail and pulled me into his world. But the closer we became, the stranger everything felt. Whenever he touched me, he remembered things he had forgotten. A locked room. A terrified little boy. A girl in a pink dress. And a promise made in the dark. I thought my marriage to Garrick was the worst mistake of my life. Now I'm starting to wonder if it was the one thing that was never a mistake at all. Because I may not be a stranger to Garrick Sinclair. I may be the missing piece of his darkest memory. And someone has already killed once to make sure we never remember the truth.

Romance Suspense Contract marriage Arranged Marriage Billionaire One-night Stand Dark Romance Sports Romance (Hockey/Football/Soccer/MMA/Swimming)

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Yes, this is a book about demons. First and foremost, I want to acknowledge the fact that this book is PURE FICTION!!! IT IS THE CONTENT OF MY IMAGINATION, AND I AM IN NO WAY A DEVIL WORSHIPPER!!! Don't get me wrong, people who do that have their own right to, but this isn't a book about religion here. It's just something that I thought of and want to have fun writing about. Don't judge, please.

Okay! Now that I have that out of the way, THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO NOBODY'S ANGEL!! IT CAN BE READ SEPERATELY, but don't be asking who some of the characters are then :)

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this! To those reading my other works, I'm sorry but I just don't have the will to write them. They don't hold my attention like they used to. I don't know when they will be updated next, or if I will even continue to write them. Just know that I'm still alive :D

So, without further adieu, vote, comment, and fan!

WARNING! Sexy demons ahead :P Yeah, I just had to... That is all. <

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Xavier's P.O.V.

"Thank you, Prince."

"No, thank you, " I smirked, watching unashamedly as the leggy blonde sashayed out of my room. Her shirt was hanging loosely from her fingers, far away from her chest, no doubt trying to tempt me for a repeat of last night, but I'd had better. Besides, if she hadn't noticed that I had forgotten her name last night, she definitely would today. I could spare myself that headache.

My door burst open with a resounding bang! My deadly glare pierced the intruder before realizing it was my best friend, Jace.

He raised an eyebrow at my entertainment from the night before. She flushed scarlet and scurried out of there quick. He turned his disbelieving gaze to me.

"Really?" he asked. My Do-you-know-who-I-am? look got him off of my case. I was prince, and I was entitled to do whatever (and whoever) I wanted with no objections from those below me, which was basically everyone except my parents. I suppose my nanny could give me a reasonable scolding since she'd practically raised me, but…nah, she knew her place now that I'd stopped needing her milk and constant looking after.

Jace gave up on trying to talk some of his morals about girls into me until he spotted my souvenir- her panties. "Really?" he repeated with a sterner tone. I shrugged nonchalantly, his exasperated groan a result of my indifference. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Should I?"

He ran his hand threw his blonde hair in obvious frustration, glaring at me. "Any minute now, we're going to-"

Even if he had continued, I wouldn't have heard him. As it was, he was in the same condition as I. We were both oblivious to our surroundings now that we had something much more important to focus on.

My mind buzzed with one word.

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