BORROWED LOVE ON ICE
Fake dating was supposed to be easy… until it got personal.
Xavier Kesh is hockey’s golden boy—lightning-fast on the ice, dangerously charming off it, and the face of England’s next sports dynasty. With a billionaire legacy behind him and championship medals in front, he’s got the world at his feet and his girlfriend, Katrina Brown, right beside him.
But when Melissa Brown—Katrina’s younger sister, runway model, and fellow hockey teammateenters a fake relationship with Xavier to boost her modeling career, the game changes. What starts as a publicity stunt for a brand deal spirals into a chemistry neither of them can ignore.
Melissa’s only goal was to win the Miss England crown and finally prove she’s more than just a pretty face in a hockey jersey. But faking it with Xavier feels all too real, and soon she’s playing a dangerous game: chasing her dreams while falling for the one man she should never touch.
When Katrina discovers the truth, heartbreak turns to fury. The sister who always put family first becomes the one set on revenge, determined to make them both pay—for the betrayal, the lies, and the love that was never meant to be.
Now, three hearts are on the line.
One fake relationship.
One crown.
And one mistake that could cost them everything.
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Chapter: MISS BROWN I'M SORRY THAT-MELISSA'S POVI stepped out of the cab and pulled my hoodie tighter. The cold bit at my cheeks as I walked up the stairs to my place. Third floor. Quiet street. A corner unit with big windows and soft yellow curtains. Not huge. Not fancy. But it was mine. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Warm air greeted me. Wooden floors. A bookshelf filled with old hockey medals, pageant crowns, and folded workout towels. One side of the living room was all weights and resistance bands. Gotta stay fit. The other? A full-length mirror and a lighted vanity table.It didn’t look like it should work. But somehow, it did. I kicked off my sneakers and tossed my duffel down. Finally. Peace. I threw my hoodie onto the couch and stretched. My legs ached from travel. My shoulders still felt the pain of the game. But I didn’t complain. Pain was part of the win. I had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a warm hoodie and shorts, when my phone rang. Liam. I answered on speaker and kept
Last Updated: 2025-06-24
Chapter: DINNER WITH THE BROWNXAVIER'S POV As soon as the jet touched down in Manchester, Katrina leaned into me, grinning. “We’re back,” she whispered.I squeezed her hand. “Feels like we were gone for a month.” She laughed, soft and sleepy. “I can’t wait to crash in my bed.”Outside, the city lights flickered through the windows. We stepped off the plane. The team followed behind us, dragging bags, already loud again.“Press in 48 hours!” Coach shouted from behind us. “No scandals, no nonsense! Y’all hear me?”Liam groaned. “Can I still order wings?”“Don’t fucking eat ‘em shirtless on TikTok again!” The guys burst out laughing.Katrina stayed close beside me as we walked toward the waiting convoy.“I missed this air,” she said, tilting her face to the breeze.I smiled. “You just missed your shower and your hair products.”“And my silk pillowcase.”“And your closet.”She gasped. “Yes!”We climbed into the black SUV. Katrina curled into my side immediately and I pressed a kiss into her hair.The Brown mansio
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Chapter: NIGHTMARES?MELISSA'S POV“Mel?” I looked up from my half-zipped duffel to see Katrina leaning against the doorway, phone clutched in her hand. “Hey,” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Just wanted to say… you were good out there. Like, really good.” I blinked. “Thanks.” She gave a half-shrug, then smiled. Or tried to. It looked forced. “You okay?” I asked, straightening up. “Me?” Her voice shot up an octave. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” I tilted my head. “You’ve got bags under your eyes.” Katrina scoffed, dragging her fingers under her lids like it was nothing. “Just tired. You try screaming for two hours straight and looking cute after.” I crossed my arms. “Nightmares?” She hesitated. That pause was all I needed. “They started again?” I asked, quieter. “It’s fine.”“Katrina.”“I said it’s fine.” I stepped forward. “You should talk to someone. Maybe Dr. Rami again.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a therapist.” “You said that last time. Then you stopped eating for a we
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Chapter: LINES WE SHOULDN'T CROSS XAVIER'S POVThe door clanged shut behind her. I stood there, alone on the rink, heart still beating hard—not from the practice, not from the game. From her. Melissa. One second she was threatening to break my teeth, the next she was blushing. Then she hit her damn head and bolted like I’d lit her on fire. What the hell was that? I bent, picked up the last puck, and shot it straight into the net. Clack. Maybe I should’ve stayed quiet. Maybe I shouldn't have teased her. But honestly, I liked it. I liked watching her react. She barely spoke on the team. Always straight-faced, cold, all business. You could score a game-winning goal and she’d just nod and skate off. But tonight? I got under her skin. And I wanted to do it again. Shit. I tugged off my gloves and pulled out my phone. I wasn’t sure why. Habit, maybe. Or maybe just... curiosity. Something about her bothered me. Not in the bad way. In the pulling at the edge of your thoughts kind of way. I typed: Melissa Brow
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Chapter: ICE CLASH MELISSA'S POV “Brown! MOVE YOUR FEET!” Coach’s voice split through the ice. I didn’t flinch. Skate. Pass. Drop shoulder. Cut left. Blow past number fourteen. “Oh my gosh!,” someone from the French bench muttered as I slipped through their defense like a damn shadow. “Melissa!” Xavier barked. I ignored him. Of course he was yelling again. That guy never shut up. “Back right!” he shouted. I already knew. I flicked the puck backwards without looking. His stick caught it with a loud clack, and a second later, the crowd screamed. Goal. I didn’t celebrate. I never did. Instead, I skated back to center ice and waited for the puck drop. Xavier coasted over to me, grinning like a devil. “You’re welcome,” he said, smirking. I didn’t look at him. “You mean I passed you the puck.” “Teamwork, baby.” I glared at him. “Don’t call me baby.” He laughed. “You’re so grumpy when we’re winning.” “I’m always grumpy.” He winked. “Hmm, right.” I didn’t respond. The whistle blew again.
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