All Chapters of Winter's Mate: Fated on Ice : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

This is the AU version of Winter's Mate: Fated On Ice without the werewolf element! And it's book 3 of the Keepers Series—the other couples from books 1 and 2 will definitely make a cameo. I hope you like this book as much as I enjoy writing it :) I've been meaning to write a chaotic FMC, so this is it. ***1Rosie“You bloody cheating bastard!”I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping Mia’s little hand tightly for support as I swallowed hard to hide my sheer nervousness.I must do this and get the money.I marched down the aisle toward the altar, where the ceremony was already underway. The groom was Jude Winters — the man I was paid to crash a wedding for. By whom? I hadn’t been given much detail. Honestly, I didn’t care as long as the money was real.A tiny prick of guilt tried to flare up in my chest, but I blinked it away. Now was not the time for a conscience. Morality could be damned if it was going to shackle me down. This was a rare opportunity. The money I was getting

RosieAfter spending an hour reviewing my bleak life options, I realized I was thoroughly stuck in this scam or sham of a marriage.I pulled out my phone and saw a notification that the anonymous employer had actually transferred the money. The full amount was sitting in my account as I stared at the screen, my head throbbing with questions. Was I paid just to crash the wedding, or was I paid to replace the bride?The transaction came with a short note: Job completed. Nice working with you.What did that even mean? Nice working with me?I bit my nails anxiously. If Jude wouldn’t give me an easy divorce, then I would just have to make his life a living hell. But did I even have the right to do that? Wasn’t I the one who ruined his wedding in the first place? Logically and rightfully, he should be the one making my life a living hell.But as I looked around the pristine condo, an intrusive thought crossed my mind. If I stayed, Mia and I would get free meals and a roof over our heads with

Chapter 5 – you are welcome wifey RosieAfter I was done bathing, having reined in my annoyance because it seemed my dear husband found joy in seeing me flare up, I opened the closet to steal his sweatshirt to wear before going to my apartment to pick up my things. But, to God be the glory, I found clothes in my size.I was shocked, or should I say flabbergasted. Was he expecting me, or when did he plan all this? There were dresses that I could never have dreamed of owning. Only God knew how much they must have cost. I went from section to section, from gown to short, to shirt, even my underwear.My cheeks flared up at the audacity, but I didn’t have a choice, and I picked one simple blue knee-length gown, which fit perfectly. I nodded in approval. At least he knew my ball, I smirked. I walked out of the room into the living room. The living room was simple yet beautiful, yet big, with a sleek marble floor and ceiling-to-floor windows overlooking the city skyline. It was overwhelmin

Chapter 7 - Meeting The Parent.Rosie's POVMia and I were having breakfast when Jude walked languidly to us, naked… I mean, half-naked, showing me or rather assaulting me with his bare torso. He plopped down beside me, taking the sliced apple I had cut in front of me for Mia, and throwing it into his mouth. As he chomped on it, the juice trailed on his lips, making them plumper, and I felt my breathing shudder.I quickly whipped my head to my front, gripping the fork tighter. Not after catching the mirth in his eyes. He was enjoying teasing me, and making me bothered. He stretched his hand to pick another one, and I was expecting it and used the fork in my hand to stab him lightly on his stretch hand.“Ouch, wifey.” He grinned, rubbing his hand as if it hurt. “I’ve had a splendid night as well. Thank you for asking.” he said sarcastically. I glared at him. It was like this guy had a screw removed from his head. A very shameless human being.He chuckled lightly. “Always tough, wifey.

Chapter 8 - Woven Thread.JudeI walked into the Blackburn training center with my duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The moment I stepped into the locker room, a chorus of loud hoots and whistling echoed off the metal walls. My teammates slammed their lockers shut, shouting congratulations up and down about my wedding. I just shook my head, a small smirk playing on my lips.“The coach said to see him whenever you are back from your sweet honeymoon,” one of them hollered, and everyone laughed.I put my duffel bag down as I walked outside to the main office of the coach—Mr. Robinson.Mr. Robinson was a veteran hockey legend—a ruthless defenseman back in his day before a car accident permanently shattered his knee and forced him behind the bench, but that didn’t mean he went easy on us. That man was a beast."Reporters have been swarming the front gates since dawn, Winter," Robinson released an irritated sigh, rubbing his temples. "Keep your personal drama outside my rink, Winter.""Apo