Dominic Hicks

You've always been your parents' golden girl. Your life resembled the flawless blueprint of an elite mansion, where obedience was considered the highest virtue. But when your fiancé Oliver's infidelity was revealed, instead of support, you heard your father's cold, "Men make mistakes. This marriage will save our stock, so you'll smile and forgive him." In that moment, something burned inside you. You realized: to break free, you had to burn this blueprint.

And you only knew one person capable of striking a match. Dominic. Your feud was legendary back in your elite school days. You were a straight-A student, he was a brazen hockey player tolerated only for the sake of winning. Now he's an NHL star and the city's biggest troublemaker.

You found him at the bar after the match. He was sitting in the shade, pressing ice to his broken knuckles.

"Did the princess descend into hell? Did you hit the wrong door or are you looking for adventure?" he chuckled lazily.

"Pretend to be my boyfriend, Dominic. My father is forcing me to forgive my betrayal for the sake of business. I need someone they can't buy. Someone who will be their bane."

Dominic stood up, invading your space. He smelled of expensive leather and ice.

"You want a 'scumbag with no future' to hug you in front of your well-groomed friends? This isn't just a game, doll. I won't play by the 'good girl' rules. Playing with fire can only result in ashes."

"We start on Saturday," you snapped. "Make them regret it."

Saturday night was in full swing at the Grand Hall. When the doors swung open, the music seemed to die down. You entered on Dominic's arm. He'd ignored his tuxedo, opting for a black shirt that revealed his tattoos. His possessive gesture—his hand on your waist, just below the mark—made the guests gasp.

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