Stealing My Brother's Bride: The Ice‑Hockey Star's Obsession

I went to my fiancé's apartment with a surprise, only to find my best friend's Jimmy Choo heels in the dark entryway.

Through the cracked bedroom door, I recorded the muffled gasps and filthy words of my fiancé, Kennedy, and my best friend, Bree.

Devastated, I fled to a dive bar, got blackout drunk, and begged a stranger to take me away.

"Take me away from here, to a place where there are no traitors."

We had a wild, desperate one-night stand, but the next morning, the man who walked out of the bathroom was Blake Ferguson, my fiancé's terrifying older brother.

Instead of letting me go, Blake trapped me. He humiliated Bree in public, forced his way into my apartment with his own key, and claimed me as his own.

When Kennedy came knocking, Blake hid in my closet, only to brutally beat his brother into the hospital later that night just to send me a warning.

I didn't understand why this powerful man wanted to own me, or how my life had suddenly become a gilded cage with bodyguards at my door.

But I wouldn't just be a broken victim.

I would get my revenge on my cheating fiancé and my backstabbing best friend, and as for the devil who locked me in this cage, I would win my life back, or die trying.