The Ice Captain's Stolen Fiancée

Snow

silk dress, smoothing the fabric

uzzed on t

pi

age from my stepsis

the notif

reen: a man and a woman tangled betwe

hoto was Donald

nted under the light-the custom piece I ha

raight into the camera, wearing

sinking, a system prompt flashed

nd fifty-nine second

before the recal

a follow-up te

otal accident! Pl

transparent

it, yet left herself

dn't

n't s

up my spine, freezing out every

s of ded

l-behaved puppet molded for

a single photo shattered the futu

emember, my life had bee

born, calculated purely to align my fa

y from home, working relentlessly at the East Coast branch, du

t what was supposed to be a romantic union had long

o the desk, and calm

reservation I had ma

kes, I booked the earliest

s their obedient fut

dismantle their ga

his reputation as Boston's star hockey player, and

family to spin the narrative and blame my family; only undeniable, public exp

rano, my closest fr

up almost

New York yet? I can

eping my voice steady

, turning dead serious. "W

flight to New York. But...

e do?" Brylee's voice

eping wit

n the other en

explosion

ech! I'm coming to th

y with you

ur apartment!" Brylee snapped, her loyalty ab

tcase with a cle

a message from Donald pop

re are you

ng smile touc

ilenced his number and muted

of the arrivals gate at JFK,

bobbing above the crowd, bearing a ma

s against my forehea

ed dark sunglasses concealed most of my face, leavi

ch coat, I moved smoothly

yelled, finally spotting me an

sunglasses with a resigned

you have made that

s flushed with

nd down, whistling

unner. Look at those legs-they practically come up to my

e handle of my luggage as we

s we loaded my bags into the trunk, "You ha

nd lightly tapped her chin with a smirk. "Then luc

driving!" Brylee laughed,

t with its sweeping view of the city lig

her eyes filled with a mixture of pain for me and fury