Fake Dating the Hockey Alpha Who Destroyed My Ex

Lizzie Carter others

He said my name.
Right before he put my ex in the hospital, the most dangerous enforcer in hockey looked him in the eye and said my name. Four million people have watched the clip. Nobody knows why.
Least of all me.
So I did what any reasonable woman would do. I broke into his locker room and hit him.
On camera.
Now I belong to Ronan Kade. Not really. Just in front of the cameras, just until April, just enough to save his career and my family's gym. There are eight rules on a whiteboard, and only one of them matters.
No feelings.
Easy. I don't even like him.
But he knows my middle name, and I never told him. He knows my grandmother's kitchen. He's seen a dress I've worn exactly once, and he won't say where.
My ex keeps calling, telling me to stay away from him.
A number I don't recognize keeps texting: He's using you.
And somewhere under all that arrogance, Ronan is protecting a secret about last Christmas Eve. Something happened under my own roof that night. Everyone seems to know what it was except me.
The rules are simple. Don't trust him. Don't kiss him unless someone's watching. Don't fall.
But nobody's watching now.
And he isn't pretending anymore.

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