Dumped By A Hockey Star, Crowned By A Secret Prince

The instant Cathryn cleared the villa gates, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

A deferential voice came through. "Ms. Carter, you've seen the news? This is bad. Containing it won't be cheap, but we'll pull every string to shield Jeremy."

"Don't. Handle it by the book," Cathryn said, a cold smile touching her lips. "Kill every endorsement. Pull every coaching resource we gave him. If he wants to burn his career, let him."

Her order clearly caught the man off guard, but he didn't question it. After a brief pause, he quietly agreed.

Cathryn ended the call, and her smile turned even colder.

All those years, Jeremy had leaned on his mystery investor, never knowing it was Cathryn all along. What would his face look like when he finally found out?

Six years ago, a car accident had left Cathryn bleeding out on the roadside. Jeremy stopped and saved her. But that stop cost him his national team tryout.

She'd carried that guilt for years. But Jeremy had just laughed it off. "Don't feel bad. It was one tryout. If I'm good enough, I'll get another shot. You mattered more than that team roster."

She never forgot what he'd given up or how genuine he'd been about it. That was why she'd chosen him. Why she'd spent years bankrolling his career, clearing every hurdle, all from the shadows. She never told him. His pride would've choked on it.

And now all that devotion had turned into a sick joke.

Suitcase in hand, Cathryn headed off to look for a hotel when her phone rang once more.

She picked up, and an older man's amused voice greeted her. "Well, my dear, it seems you lost our bet. You know the agreement. Once you leave him, the first man you meet becomes your husband, and the marriage has to last at least three years."

Cathryn's temple throbbed. Looking back, she could only ask herself—how had she been this stupid?

She'd walked out of the organization for that bastard Jeremy and screamed at Elias Thorne, the man who'd raised her since she was a child.

The organization's rules were brutal. Betrayal meant losing your tongue and your ability to walk.

Elias had gone against everyone to keep that punishment from touching her. In exchange, he demanded a single promise. If Jeremy never married her, she would have to wed the first man she encountered after leaving him, regardless of who he was or what kind of man he turned out to be.

Cathryn cursed her past self in silence.

She took a breath, gritted her teeth, and forced the words out. "Fine. I gave my word. I'll honor it."

She had barely finished speaking when her eyes landed on a long haired, disheveled man sprawled beside a dumpster.

For a moment, she could only stare. Of all people, was this really the man fate had chosen for her?

He looked half-dead—a homeless man, probably. Matted hair covered most of his face, revealing only a sharp jawline and bloodless lips.

His white shirt was torn and grimy, with dark blood spreading across his chest. The wounds were deep.

Shootouts between gangs had been happening around this area often lately. Had this poor man just strayed into the crossfire?

Cathryn pressed her fingers to her temple, unable to make up her mind.

Marry some homeless guy...

The whole idea was ridiculous.

Still, her pride wouldn't let her go back on her word.

Eventually, she gave in. Maybe marrying a homeless man wasn't the worst thing. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him refusing to cooperate.

For three years, he could play the role of her husband. Once the time was up, she would pay him enough to leave, and her life could carry on without any real change.

Decision made. Cathryn hoisted him up, hailed a cab, and took him straight to one of her own hotels.

Only after he had been cleaned and examined did Cathryn finally relax.

Thankfully, nothing was critical—just multiple bullet wounds from stray shots.

Once the bullets had been taken out and the injuries wrapped, Cathryn remained beside the bed, looking over the man who might soon become her husband.

Without all the dirt covering him, he was unexpectedly handsome. Thick lashes framed his eyes, his nose was straight, and his Adam's apple shifted faintly whenever he breathed. Even his lips stood out.

The doctor had stripped his shirt off, revealing a broad chest and chiseled abs. His build was better than Jeremy's.

At least fate hadn't been completely cruel. It could've stuck her with some worn out old man instead.

The TV was murmuring in the corner. Jeremy's withdrawal? Barely a blip. Every channel was buried in coverage of the Crown Prince being attacked and missing during his royal tour.

Cathryn couldn't help thinking that Jeremy's luck was almost absurd.

She took a shower. When she came out, wrapped in nothing but a towel, the man hadn't moved.

She reached for her clean clothes, intending to sleep in the room next door. Before her fingers could touch them, the man's eyes flew open, and an icy stare fixed straight on her.

A second later, a veined hand burst from beneath the blanket and locked around her wrist. He dragged her toward him, moved with frightening speed, and turned her beneath him before pinning her down.

His hand tightened around her throat, his touch cold against her skin. "Who the hell are you?" asked him, his voice rough and strained.

Cathryn's instinct screamed to strike back, but she paused. His gaze was sharp, sure. But wounded like this? He was barely a threat.

His technique was another matter. Even half-dead, the man clearly knew how to fight.

She caught his wrist before he could tighten his grip and studied him with open amusement. "This is how you say thanks? You'd still be rotting next to that dumpster if I hadn't stepped in."

Brian Marsh kept his eyes on her, his gaze dropping briefly to her bare neck and shoulders before returning to her face. His expression gave nothing away.

It all came flooding back. Wounded. Stumbling down an empty street. Looking for a place to hide and collapsing before he found one.

So she was the one who'd found him?

Brian searched her clear eyes for any sign of deception and found none.

Silence passed before he finally let go of her. "What do you expect from me?"

Cathryn blinked, caught slightly off guard by the question.

For a homeless man, he certainly spoke as if he had something worth offering. What exactly did he think she could want from him?

Still, the more she considered it, the less strange the question seemed.

Nobody went out of their way to rescue a homeless stranger for no reason. At least, that was probably how he saw it.

Since he had asked what she wanted, she saw no point in pretending otherwise. Her eyes moved over him once before she gave him a direct answer. "Then marry me."