Chapter: Chapter 41: The CollapseMy grandmother died on a Thursday.My mother's voice on the phone was steady but hollow. The way a person sounds when they have already cried all the tears they have."She went in her sleep. The nurse said it was peaceful. She just. Slipped away."I sat on Amina's couch. The phone pressed to my ear. The world stopped moving."When," I asked."Last night. Around midnight. I tried to call you earlier but your phone was off."The diner. I had been at the diner with Eli. Trying to fix my broken heart while my grandmother was leaving the world."I am coming home," I said."I know, baby. Take your time. There is nothing to rush for now."I hung up. Stared at the wall. Amina came out of her bedroom and took one look at my face."What happened.""My grandmother died."She wrapped her arms around me. I did not cry. Not yet. I was too empty for tears.I call
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Chapter: Chapter 40: The Diner---I got to the diner first.That was deliberate. I wanted to be sitting when he walked in. I wanted to see his face before he saw mine. I wanted the control.The waitress recognized me. She brought coffee without asking."You are alone tonight," she said."He is coming."She nodded. She did not ask more questions. Good.I sat in our booth. The same one. Red plastic seats. Sticky table. The jukebox played something old and sad. I wrapped my hands around the coffee cup and waited.He walked in at seven exactly.He had dressed carefully. Dark shirt. Clean jeans. His hair was combed. He had shaved. He looked thinner than before. Tired. But his eyes found me immediately and something in them flickered. Hope. Fear. Love. All of it.He slid into the booth across from me. He did not try to touch me."Thank you for coming," he said."I said I would.""I know.
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Chapter: Chapter 39: The FallI stayed at Amina's apartment for three days.I did not answer Eli's calls. I did not read his texts beyond the first words. I'm sorry. Please come home. I love you. I deleted them. I was not ready. I was not sure I would ever be ready.Amina let me sleep on her couch. She made me tea and toast and did not push. She knew me. She knew I had to process this alone before I could talk about it.On the second day, I finally broke. I was sitting on her couch, staring at the wall, when the tears came. Not gentle tears. Hard, ugly sobs that tore through my chest."He kissed her back," I said. "He promised me everything and he kissed her back.""I know, honey." Amina sat beside me, her hand on my back."I trusted him. After everything. After the break. After all the work we did. I finally believed he would never hurt me. And the second I leave, the second things get hard, he lets her in.""I know.""W
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Chapter: Chapter 38: The KissMy grandmother fell ill in the first week of November.My mother called on a Tuesday morning. Her voice was tight and controlled, the way it got when she was trying not to scare me."She is in the hospital. Pneumonia. The doctors say she is stable but she is asking for you."I packed a bag in ten minutes. Eli stood in the doorway of our bedroom, watching me throw clothes into a suitcase. His face was worried. His hands were shoved in his pockets."I am coming with you," he said."No. You have your presentation next week. The firm is sending people. You cannot miss it.""I do not care about the presentation.""I care. Your career matters. I will only be gone a few days. She will be fine."He did not look convinced. He pulled me against him, his hands gripping my hips. "I hate when you leave.""I will be back before you know it."He kissed me hard. Not a goodbye kiss. A claiming kiss. H
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Chapter: Chapter 37: The ProposalOctober came full circle.It had been exactly one year since the night at the bus stop. One year since the cold wind and the delayed bus and the sketchbook. One year since Pencil Boy became Eli and everything changed.I did not think about the date when I woke up that morning. I was too busy. My thesis revisions were due in a week. Professor Harding had given me detailed notes and I was working through them methodically. The end was in sight.Eli was quiet at breakfast. He made pancakes and coffee and kept looking at me with an expression I could not read."Are you okay?" I asked."I am fine. Just thinking.""About what?""Nothing important. What are you doing tonight?""Tonight? Working on revisions. Why?""I thought we could go for a walk. To the bus stop.""The bus stop? That is an hour away.""I know. But I want to see it. It has been a year."I set down my fork.
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Chapter: Chapter 36: The MoveSeptember came with a cool breeze and the first hint of autumn.The house was finished. After months of weekends and late nights, painting and hammering and measuring and building, it was done. The porch had a swing. The studio had good northern light. The study had a desk by the window, just as Eli had promised, with a view of the pond.We packed my apartment in a single weekend. My books went into boxes. My clothes went into suitcases. My grandmother's quilt was folded carefully and placed on the front seat of the car, where it would not get crushed.Amina came to help. She arrived with coffee and doughnuts and a roll of packing tape."I cannot believe you are leaving me," she said."I am not leaving you. I am moving an hour away.""An hour is far.""You will visit. There is a guest room.""A guest room. Look at you, all grown up with a guest room."We packed the kitchen in the morning. The
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Until the Final Whistle
Five years ago, Evelyn Ashford disappeared without a goodbye, leaving behind the only man she had ever loved.
Now she's back.
As the newly appointed Social Media Manager of Blackridge FC, she has to work alongside Luca Moretti—the club's captain, football's golden boy, and the man who looks at her as if they've never met.
The world believes she broke his heart.
Luca believes she chose ambition over love.
Neither knows the truth.
As match-fixing, deadly secrets, and betrayal begin to unravel inside Blackridge FC, old feelings refuse to stay buried. But in a game where loyalty is bought, trust is dangerous, and every victory has a price, loving each other again may cost them everything.
Some games are won with goals.
Others are won by Love.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 8 — THE MORNING AFTEREVELYN---She woke to the sound of rain and the smell of coffee that wasn't hers.For a long moment she didn't move, just lay there with the blanket twisted around her legs, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling and trying to piece together how she'd ended up here. Her flat. Her sofa. Luca's jacket still draped over the back of her chair. The memory of his mouth on hers.It came back in fragments. The fight. The tears. The way he'd kissed her like he was drowning and she was the only air left in the room. Then the quiet. The blanket. Him telling her to sleep.And she had. Like an idiot. Like a woman who hadn't spent five years building walls that crumbled the moment he touched her.She sat up. Her head ached. Her eyes were swollen. She probably looked like hell. Good. She felt like hell.Luca was standing in her kitchen, drinking from one of her mugs like he owned the place. His back was to her. Wet hair curling at the collar of a hoodie that had definitely seen better days. The hoodie w
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Chapter: CHAPTER 7 — THE THINGS WE COULDN'T SAYEVELYN---Luca didn't sit.He stood by the window, arms crossed, staring at the city lights like they might offer him something he'd lost. The rain was gone, but the glass was still wet, streaks of water catching the orange glow from the street below. The silence between them stretched so thin Evelyn could hear her own pulse."Say something," she whispered.He didn't turn around. "What do you want me to say?""Anything. Yell at me. Tell me you hate me. Tell me I ruined your life." She swallowed. "Just stop being so quiet. I can't take the quiet."He turned then, slowly, his dark eyes settling on her face with an expression that made her chest cave in. There was no anger there. No coldness. Just exhaustion. The kind that lived in a man who'd spent five years pretending he wasn't bleeding."I don't hate you," he said. "I tried. I wanted to. It would've been easier.""Easier than what?""Easier than loving someone who left without saying goodbye. Easier than waking up in that flat, reac
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Chapter: Chapter 6 - DiggingEvelyn checked the locks three times before she let herself sit down.The flat was silent. Too silent. The kind of silence that made every creak sound like a footstep and every shadow look like a man standing in the corner. She'd left the lights off when she came in, moving through the rooms by memory, her phone clutched in her hand like a weapon. Now she sat on the edge of her sofa, still in her damp coat, staring at the dark window.The rain had stopped. The city glowed beyond the glass, wet streets reflecting orange streetlights. She could see the training ground in the distance, the floodlights still burning, cutting through the low clouds. Somewhere in that building, Luca was probably still awake. Probably staring at the same sky. Probably thinking about the same photograph.Her phone buzzed.She flinched. The sound was too loud in the quiet room. She looked down at the screen, her chest already tight.Unknown number.The message was shorter this time. Three words.Stop digging,
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5 — THE COFFEE SHOPThe bell above the door chimed when Luca stepped inside, and Evelyn felt the sound in her chest.He stood in the doorway, rain dripping from his dark hair onto the floor, his shoulders filling the frame. The barista looked up, then quickly looked away. Everyone knew who he was. Even in a dim coffee shop three miles from the training ground, the Wolf was recognizable. But nobody approached him. Nobody asked for a photo. There was something in his face that warned people to keep their distance.Evelyn stayed perfectly still. Her cold coffee sat on the table between them like a shield. She didn't invite him to sit. She didn't speak. She just watched him cross the room and slide into the booth across from her, dripping water onto the cracked vinyl seat."I said we needed to talk," he said."So talk."The words came out harder than she intended. It was easier this way. Hostility was armor. Hostility was safe.His jaw tightened. "What did Damien say to you?""That's none of your business."
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4 — THE MESSAGEThe stairwell door clicked shut.Evelyn stood in the silence. Her father's voice still pressed against her skull. Not the words. The tone. Calm. Absolute. Like a blade wrapped in velvet.Keep your relationship with Captain Moretti strictly professional.She didn't cry. She'd stopped crying over Damien Ashford when she was fifteen and he'd missed her mother's anniversary dinner for a board meeting. But her hands were shaking. She looked down at them. Pale fingers. White knuckles. The hands of a woman who'd spent five years building a life on the other side of the ocean just to walk back into a cage she thought she'd escaped.Her phone buzzed.Then buzzed again.She pulled it from her bag. Two messages. The first from Sarah.Hey! Footage from this morning looks great. The captain actually smiled in one take. Barely. I'll take it.The second message made her stomach drop.Unknown number. No name. Just four words.He knows about you.Evelyn stared at the screen. The fluorescent light abov
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3 — THE CHAIRMAN'S OFFICEThe executive floor was nothing like the rest of Blackridge FC.Downstairs, the building buzzed with noise. Boots on concrete. Laughter echoing through corridors. The constant thrum of a football club alive and breathing. Up here, there was only silence. Thick carpet swallowed every footstep. The air smelled like leather and old money. The walls were lined with framed photographs. Trophies gleamed inside glass cases. Signed shirts from legends who had worn the black and red decades before Luca Moretti ever laced his boots.Evelyn had walked these halls as a child. She remembered skipping ahead of her father while he took phone calls, her small fingers tracing the glass cases, her reflection ghosting over the silver trophies. Back then, this floor had felt like a palace. Magical. Full of stories.Now it just felt cold.Damien's assistant led her past a row of offices. Through the glass walls, she could see executives in suits, their faces illuminated by laptop screens. Two of them stop
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