Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star
Yara Quinn gave Jeriah Hart seven years of her life.
She loved him when he had nothing, fed him when he was broke and worked herself into exhaustion to help him reach his hockey dreams. Then the moment he signed a huge deal with Volkov Sports, Jeriah threw her away for billionaire heiress Talia Donovan and told her she was no longer enough.
As if heartbreak and crushing debt were not enough, Yara is evicted by her disgusting landlord and left with nowhere to go.
Then one terrible night changes everything.
On her way to pick up a key from her best friend, Yara witnesses hockey superstar Kieran Volkov murder a man in a luxury hotel parking lot—and records it on her phone.
Now the most dangerous athlete in New York wants her silence.
Kieran’s solution? Move her into his penthouse, fake-date her for six months, clean up his image and make the whole city believe the plus-size girl his teammate discarded is now the woman he wants.
It should have been just a deal.
But with jealous women attacking, mafia enemies circling, her cheating ex crawling back, and a leaked murder video threatening to destroy them all, Yara and Kieran quickly realize fake feelings are the least dangerous thing growing between them.
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Chapter: 085: THE END.... YARA POV Three months later. The main arena at the New York Ice Center was packed with over eighteen thousand screaming fans. The bright stadium lights reflected off the fresh white ice below, and the noise of the crowd was like a constant roar. It was opening night of the new hockey season. I sat in the front row right behind the home team bench, wearing a custom Volkov jersey. My life had completely transformed. My legal consultancy practice in Brooklyn was thriving. I had passed the bar exam with high marks…and was actively helping young athletes and vulnerable people protect themselves from predatory contracts. I wasn't the broke, heartbroken girl anymore. I was strong, secure, and standing on my own two feet. Down on the ice, the team finished their pre game warmup laps. Kieran looked powerful in his captain's jersey. He skated past the team bench, stopping right near the glass where I was sitting. He pulled off his helmet, and looked right at me. A warm, br
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: 084: LOVEY DOVEY KIERAN POV Three weeks later. The morning sun was shining brightly through the high glass windows of our Brooklyn Apartment. The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I stood by the stove in a pair of grey sweatpants, flipping pancakes in a pan. My shoulder was completely healed, the bruises from the airport tarmac were gone, and for the first time in my life, my head felt clear. On the kitchen island, my laptop was open to a live sports broadcast. The headline on the screen read: KIERAN VOLKOV SIGNS RECORD EXTENSION WITH NEW YORK. Below the headline was a picture of me, Dominic, and Alaric at the team headquarters yesterday, officially signing my long-term contract extension. The mafia was dead to us, The federal investigation was officially closed. The Volkov Sports brand was entirely clean. I heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. Yara walked into the kitchen wearing one of my oversized black hockey t shirts, her long blonde hair tied up in a loose bu
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: 083: WE MADE IT YARA POV The silence was heavy, broken only by the crackle of burning jet fuel and the distant sound of approaching sirens. Agent Cillian lowered his weapon, his hand staying close to his holster as he stared at the bleeding man on the plane wing. Frederick was on his knees, holding his shattered shoulder. Blood soaked through his expensive suit jacket, Beside him, Sienna was screaming, as she tried to pull her father back from the flames spreading near the left engine. I turned my head toward the shadow of the cargo hangar where the shot had come from. Agent Cillian stood under the bright floodlights, a silenced sniper rifle in his hands, thick smoke rising from the barrel. He slowly lowered the weapon, stepping into the open rain with two armed federal officers right behind him. "FBI! Nobody move!" Cillian’s voice echoed across the tarmac, cold and authoritative. My breath caught in my throat. Kieran didn't drop his gun, but he stepped directly in front of me, shiel
Last Updated: 2026-08-31
Chapter: 082: IT'S OVER?!KIERAN POV The shot rang out before anyone could react. I had drawn the gun from my waistband in a second, firing a single round straight through the forehead of the guard who had put his hands on Yara. The man dropped like a stone, collapsing onto the concrete. "DOWN!" I roared at Yara. Yara didn't hesitate. She threw her body flat against the wet ground as the second guard drew his weapon. I fired twice more. BANG! BANG! The bullet tore straight through the second guard's chest, throwing him backward into the tires of the plane "Shoot him!" Sienna screamed from the top of the stairs, her calm composure instantly shattering into wild panic as she scrambled backward into the cabin of the jet. The two guards near the wing pulled out their guns and opened fire. Bullets tore into the concrete around my feet, sending sparks into the air. I dove behind a heavy steel baggage cart as more bullets hit the metal. I stepped out from behind the cart and fired three shots, hitt
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: 081: PLAYING HEROKIERAN POV Twenty minutes later, I was driving Dominic's black SUV through the rain slicked streets of downtown Boston, pushing the engine to its absolute limit. The speedometer stayed at ninety miles per hour as I drove through the late night traffic to Shells Airport. Heavy rain hit the windshield as my heart raced. Beside me in the passenger seat, my leather duffel bag sat open. Inside was the kit I had kept hidden in the back of Dominic's trunk since the night we raided the Brooklyn warehouse…a heavy 9mm handgun, two extra magazines, and a satellite tracker. My phone chimed on the dashboard. Dominic's name flashed on the screen. I hit the speaker button. "Talk to me," I barked. "Marcus just pulled the flight plans," Dominic said, his voice coming through fast and urgent over the speaker. "A private Gulfstream registered to a Swiss holding company filed a flight path from Shells to Zurich ten minutes ago. Departure window closes in twelve minutes." "Is Agent Cil
Last Updated: 2026-08-29
Chapter: 080: SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME! KIERAN POV The noise inside the away locker room was deafening. Ice buckets were clattering, equipment bags were being thrown around, and Alaric was blasting music from the speakers near the showers. The team had just destroyed Boston on their home ice in game one of the Finals, but I couldn't care less about the win. I unstrapped my chest pads, pulled my damp sweat shirt over my head, and tossed it into the laundry bin. My shoulder was aching, but my mind was completely focused on the corridor outside. I grabbed my phone from my locker shelf. Zero missed calls. Zero text messages from Yara. My brow furrowed. She had promised to wait by the private family reception room near the press tunnel while I finished my post game media obligations. That was twenty minutes ago. "Kieran, great power play in the second period," Sergei said, walking past my stall with a stack of stat sheets. "The sports networks are already running the highlights." "Yeah. Thanks uncle," I muttered, p
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
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