Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy
"Try not to embarrass me out there, Sunshine," Tyler muttered.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not the one with the ego, Sinclair."
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Flora Morgan lost everything in one day.
Her perfect relationship. Her dream job. Her reputation—all because of an embezzlement scandal she knew nothing about.
With thirty thousand dollars in debt, the last thing Flora expects is to end up tangled with Tyler Sinclair—the NHL’s most feared player. Cold, arrogant and tattooed. The man the media calls The Devil on Ice.
One mistaken identity.
One outrageous proposal.
One fake relationship neither of them wants.
Now she's living under the same roof as the most infuriating man she's ever met, smiling for cameras, modeling beside hockey's biggest star, and convincing the entire world they're hopelessly in love.
The problem?
Fake relationships have a dangerous habit of feeling real.
Especially when buried family secrets begin to surface, dangerous enemies start circling, and the past refuses to stay buried.
What happens when the cameras stop rolling... but Tyler still calls her his prettiest problem?
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Chapter: Chapter 068***A LITTLE CHAOS***Flora’s POVI snatched the phone from Tyler’s hand and stared at the screen, reading the message again and again until the words blurred.“No… no, no, no,” I whispered, my voice cracking. My chest felt like it was caving in. Tyler didn't say anything, his eyes remained wide like he had just seen a ghost.“This can’t be real, Tyler. How is this even possible? It has to be some kind of mistake, right?”Tyler reached over, took the phone back with steady fingers, and dialed a number. He put the call on speaker, and the tense silence of the bedroom filled with the ringing tone.It picked up after two crackles. “Mr. Sinclair.”“Detective,” Tyler said, his voice low but perfectly stable. “I just received a text. Justin’s dead. What the hell happened?”The line went silent for a beat.“They found him unresponsive in his cell this morning,” the detective replied, sounding tired. “The doctors are saying it's a sudden fatal spike in blood pressure.”“High blood pressure?”
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Chapter: Chapter 067***SURPISE VISIT***Sean’s POV“Yo, bro! Tell me you remember that dark-haired puck bunny from the club last weekend,” the voice exploded through the phone speaker, entirely too loud for nine in the morning.I grabbed the device, violently jamming the button to take it off loudspeaker before pressing it flat against my ear. My eyes flicked toward the room door. “Keep your fucking voice down. I’m at Megan’s place.”“Oh, shit,” He chuckled, his tone dropping into a lazy rumble. “You two settled your fight already?”“Yeah, we’re good. Now what the hell are you yapping about?”“The girl from the club, man! The one you wanted to slide into before you completely fumbled her and vanished. I ran into her at a warehouse after-party last night. We had some incredibly hot sex, bro.”I rolled my eyes, a short, bitter scoff escaping my lips as I leaned back against the headboard. I didn't fumble her.I was less than two minutes away from taking that girl out to my car when my gaze had tracked acr
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Chapter: Chapter 066***GO HARDER, TY***Tyler’s POV“Alright, Captain’s woman! Get to work!” Marcus yelled, flashing a drunken grin as everyone started to cheer.Flora slowly stood up, hooking her fingers around the condom. She turned around to face me, stretching out her hand toward me as she threw a wink straight at my face.I stood up instantly, my large hand wrapping around her forearm to stabilize her as the room erupted.Flora turned back toward the guests, waving her free hand. “Goodnight, everyone! Don't keep the whole neighborhood up.”Everyone began slamming their cups against the floor, whistling through their teeth as she dragged me up the staircase. She led the way straight into my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, my eyebrows flattening as I stood near the window, my arms folded tightly over my chest. What the hell was she thinking?Flora completely ignored my stare. She padded over to the mattress and began casually dressing my bed, smoothing down the duvet before tossing the condo
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Chapter: Chapter 065***THINGS WE NEVER SAY***Flora’s POVTyler took a step toward me and the music faded into the background.I noticed the sharp glint of the small diamond studs in his ears. His eyes looked heavy and slightly sleep-hooded.He cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to his shoes before rising back to my face. He looked entirely out of his element.“Hey,” he murmured. He shifted his weight, his hands sliding into his joggers. “Look... about what happened at the arena earlier...”He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,” he started again, the words coming out rough. “You were just trying to look out for the guys.”He stopped there, eyes searching my face. I kept my expression perfectly neutral, one eyebrow slightly raised.He’s actually apologizing?It was infuriatingly attractive, watching him stand there without his usual armor.He shifted on his feet once more, clearly uncomfortable.“I’m sorry, Flora,” he added quietly.I held firm, le
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Chapter: Chapter 064***HERSHEY BEARS CULTURE***Flora’s POVArthur and the mayor exchanged a fleeting glance, shock etched across their rigid faces. They probably hadn’t expected him to choose our relationship over his friends. But my mind was elsewhere.They had called me a slut.The ugly word still echoed in my head. I drew in a slow, shaky breath. All this brutal family drama had unfolded simply because I’d agreed to fake-date Tyler Sinclair.“I’m done here,” Tyler growled. His long fingers wrapped around mine, locking our hands together. He looked down at me. “Let’s go, my love.”I stood immediately, legs unsteady beneath my leggings, while Arthur’s cold eyes tracked our every move across the plush carpet. We headed for the exit and the air in the lounge turning stiff. Tyler reached for the handle—then stopped. He turned back, shooting one last irritated look at his father’s blank mask, before pulling me through the doorway and slamming the door behind us with enough force to rattle the corridor wa
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Chapter: Chapter 063***YOU TWO CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HELL***Tyler’s POV“What the fuck do you mean by that?” I demanded, my voice slicing through the fading echoes of the arena.Justin let out another loud laugh and pushed his heavy frame up from the ice. The stadium seats were emptying fast. Three state police officers stood waiting behind him in crisp uniforms.Justin didn’t run. He turned his head slowly, flashing them a twisted, unbothered smirk.Behind the glass, whispers erupted among the remaining Hawkins and Hershey players.“What the hell is going on?” One of my teammates muttered, skating closer. “What did Graham do?”Reporters swarmed the perimeter, cameras swinging toward us. The lead officer stepped forward, the click of handcuffs cutting through the rink as he secured Justin’s wrists behind his back.“Justin Graham, you are under arrest for the murder of Miss Candice Prudent three years ago and the attempted murder of Miss Flora Morgan,” the officer recited flatly. “You have the right to rema
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Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé
“The things I want to do to you…” his voice dropped, rough and low.
I smiled, daring him. “Do it. I dare you, Daddy.”
A flicker of danger crossed his eyes. “Vieni qui, amore mio.” Come here, my love.
And just like that, I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away.
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Have you ever fallen in love with your mother’s fiancé—only to discover he craves you too? Sin, right?
Yeah, that’s me. Melissa Spencer.
A college student, an aspiring photographer, and an anonymous erotica writer by night.
Having Ben Gavin… the billionaire hockey captain and CEO of the world’s top team—as my stepdad was enough to keep me on edge.
Craving his touch? That’s another level of sin.
When financial ruin forces my mother and me into his penthouse, I swear I can resist him.
But things only get worse when his dangerously charming son vows to claim me too.
Now I’m caught between a hot hockey stepdad, a sexy F1 racer stepbrother, and an obsessed ex-biker boyfriend.
What happens when I find out everyone’s been living a double life—including my own mother?
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Chapter: Final EpilogueTen Years LaterThe Next GenerationThird Person POVThe front door of the brownstone opened before anyone could knock.A little girl stood there, all wild dark curls and enormous blue eyes. She was wearing a princess dress that was on backwards, one shoe on, one shoe missing, and what looked like marker all over her hands.“MATEO!” she shrieked with pure joy.The boy on the doorstep straightened immediately. All of six years old but standing with the posture of a soldier. Dark hair perfectly combed. Dressed in a small button-down shirt and neat pants.He looked exactly like his father. Same serious expression. Same careful control.In his hands, he held a small bouquet of daisies. Slightly crushed from the walk over.“Hello, Luna,” he said formally. Then, with great ceremony, he held out the flowers. “These are for you.”Luna Hayes-Cross squealed. Grabbed the flowers with both marker-stained hands. Several petals fell immediately.“They’re SO PRETTY! Mateo, you’re the BEST! Come see
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Chapter: Chapter 160Epilogue - Part TwoI Love YouMelissa’s POVMelissa stood at the window, watching Kane’s car disappear into the night.The party continued behind her. Music. Laughter. People were celebrating.But she felt… hollow.Aria was gone. Off with Kane to finally live the life she deserved.And Gavin hadn’t come.She’d told herself it was fine. That she didn’t need him here. That two years of distance meant she was okay on her own.But watching Aria leave in Kane’s arms…God, she missed him.Melissa pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Closed her eyes.“Gavin,” she whispered. “I miss you.”The words felt like a confession. An admission of something she’d been denying for two years.She missed him. Wanted him and more than ther she needed him.And maybe…maybe…she was finally ready to admit it.Behind her, someone turned the music up. The bass vibrated through the floor.Melissa pushed away from the window. She should go back inside. Celebrate with her classmates. Enjoy this moment.But
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Chapter: Chapter 159Epilogue - Part OneComing HomeAria’s POVThe music was too loud. The lights were too bright. And Aria was exactly drunk enough not to care.She laughed as Melissa spun her around on the makeshift dance floor of their tiny apartment. They’d pushed all the furniture against the walls. Invited half their graduating class. Someone had brought a speaker that was definitely going to get them noise complaints.But they’d graduated.Actually, officially graduated.So screw the neighbors.“More champagne!” someone shouted.A bottle appeared although it was cheap stuff that tasted like fizzy regret. Aria didn’t care. Just took a swig straight from the bottle.Melissa grabbed it from her. “Share, Martinez!”“Get your own!” But Aria was laughing. Spinning. Feeling lighter than she had in years.Two years of late nights. Early mornings. Crying over assignments. Supporting each other through therapy. Through nightmares. Through the slow, painful process of becoming whole again.And they’d done it
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Chapter: Chapter 158Third Person POV The ringing pulled Melissa from sleep.It was distant at first. Then it got louder and more insistent.She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand. Squinted at the screen with blurry eyes.3:47 AM.Gavin’s name glowed in the darkness.Her heart lurched. Nothing good ever came from 3 AM phone calls.She answered. “Hello?”“Melissa.” His voice was tight. “Get dressed. We need to see your mom.”She sat up immediately. Panic flooding through her system.“Is something wrong?”A pause. Too long.“Just get dressed. I’m outside.”The line went dead.Melissa stared at the phone for a moment. Then scrambled out of bed.She dressed quickly in the dark. Jeans. Sweater. Her cast made everything awkward but she managed.Aria appeared in the doorway. Half-asleep. Confused.“Mel? What’s happening?”“It’s my mom. Something’s wrong. I have to…”“Go.” Aria was immediately alert. “Do you want me to come with you?”“No. Stay. Sleep. I’ll text you.”Melissa grabbed her jacket and shoved h
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Chapter: Chapter 157Third Person POV The apartment was tiny.A one-bedroom in a building that had seen better days. The walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors arguing. The radiator clanked at odd hours. The kitchen was barely large enough for one person, let alone two.But it was theirs.No guards. No security cameras. No reminders of compounds or empires or blood-stained marble floors.Just a small apartment in Brooklyn with mismatched furniture from IKEA and windows that actually opened.Freedom.Melissa stood in the living room, looking around at the chaos. Moving boxes were still stacked against one wall. Aria’s art supplies had taken over the corner near the window. A second-hand couch they’d found on Craigslist dominated the space.It was perfect.“I think the bookshelf is crooked,” Aria called from across the room. She was on her knees, trying to level the cheap furniture they’d assembled together. “Hand me that little wrench thing.”Melissa picked up the Allen key from the floor. Walked ov
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Chapter: Chapter 156Third Person POV The federal holding facility was underground.Gavin walked through the corridors with Kane beside him. His limp was barely noticeable now. Three weeks of healing had done wonders.But his face was stone. There was no expression there. It looked like it was carved from stone.The smile that occasionally appeared around Melissa was completely gone.The guard leading them stopped at a reinforced door. “He’s in here. You have twenty minutes.”“Leave us,” Gavin said.“Sir, protocol requires…”“Leave. Us.” Gavin’s voice was quiet. Absolute.The guard looked at Kane. Kane’s expression was equally cold.“Twenty minutes,” the guard repeated. Then he walked away. His footsteps echoing down the corridor.Kane opened the door.The room beyond was small and bare. A single table bolted to the floor. A camera in the corner with red light blinking.And in a wheelchair, wearing a pure white prison jumpsuit, sat Stephan.He looked different.Thinner. Paler. His face was gaunt. Dark ci
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