LOGINOne punch turned the campus “Ice King” into a national pariah, and now the only person who can save his career is the girl who wants to see him fail. Leo Thorne had it all: captaincy, NHL scouts, and a reputation as untouchable. But when a rival player targets the one wound that never healed, Leo snaps. The viral footage labels him violent, unstable, and dangerous, and suddenly the future he built on the ice begins to collapse. Maya Ellison, a sharp-tongued film student, wants nothing to do with athletes, especially Leo. To her, he’s arrogant, spoiled, and worshipped for all the wrong reasons. But when her scholarship and senior project funding are threatened, she’s forced into an impossible deal: direct a reality-style redemption series designed to fix Leo’s image. The catch? The university announces that Maya is Leo Thorne’s secret girlfriend. Now they’re trapped in a fake relationship built for cameras, clicks, and damage control. Between staged dates, scripted interviews, jealous rivals, and producers hungry for drama, Maya and Leo spend more time fighting than flirting. “I can’t stand you,” Maya snaps after another disastrous shoot. Leo smirks, stepping closer. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing.” But somewhere between the lies and the spotlight, the act starts feeling dangerously real. Maya begins to see the grief Leo hides behind the Ice King mask, while Leo realizes the only person who refuses to worship him might be the only one who truly sees him. In a world where every touch is staged and every kiss is content, falling in love could ruin them both. Or it could be the one thing that finally saves them.
View MoreLeo POVThe invitation arrived on an otherwise ordinary afternoon between practice and a scheduled video session, tucked among contract updates and community appearance requests that had become part of my daily routine since entering the NHL, and I almost overlooked it until the familiar title of Maya’s documentary caught my attention, followed by a handwritten note from the festival director explaining that a limited number of private guests had been invited to the final gala screening and that my presence would remain completely confidential if I chose to attend, leaving me unexpectedly still as memories I had carefully learned to carry without dwelling on them quietly resurfaced all at once.For several long minutes I simply stared at the invitation resting on the kitchen counter while sunlight filtered through the apartment windows, realizing that months had passed since I last saw Maya in person even though we continued exchanging occasional messages that
Maya POVThe invitation to premiere my documentary at one of the most respected international film festivals arrived months after I had already convinced myself that the project had reached the peak of its journey, because the documentary had earned critical praise and industry recognition far beyond anything I originally imagined while opening doors that transformed my career from an uncertain ambition into a genuine profession, yet standing outside the historic theater on the evening of its festival premiere surrounded by filmmakers whose work had inspired me throughout my years as a student, I realized there were still moments capable of making even the most carefully controlled confidence give way to quiet disbelief, reminding me that some dreams continued unfolding long after you thought they had already come true.The festival itself carried an atmosphere unlike any event I had attended before, with streets filled by artists and journalists speaking doze
Leo POVThe strange thing about losing someone who had once been one of the most important people in your life was that the pain did not arrive as dramatically as I once imagined it would, because after the confrontation with Jax ended and I walked away from the empty arena without looking back, I expected anger to consume every thought I had for days or perhaps weeks, yet what settled inside me instead was an overwhelming sense of exhaustion mixed with quiet sadness, as though I had finally reached the end of carrying a weight neither of us had been willing to admit existed until it became too heavy for our friendship to survive.For several days I replayed our conversation countless times while traveling with the team and sitting through video sessions and morning practices, wondering whether there had been a single moment years earlier when everything could have unfolded differently if either of us had found the courage to speak honestly before resentment h
Jax POVPeople always believed jealousy arrived suddenly as though it were born from a single moment of weakness, but the truth was far uglier because it grew quietly over years while disguised as admiration and loyalty and patience, feeding on every comparison and every headline and every conversation where someone looked at me only long enough to ask another question about Leo, leaving me convinced that I had accepted living in another man’s shadow until I finally realized I had merely become skilled at pretending the darkness no longer bothered me, and by the time he walked onto the empty ice toward me that night with disappointment written more clearly across his face than anger, I already understood there were words waiting inside me that could never be taken back once they were spoken.He stopped only a few feet away without raising his voice or making any attempt to intimidate me, asking why I had chosen to reveal conversations that were never meant to
Maya By the time I moved back into my dorm two days later, Northridge had fully lost its mind. Someone had taped printed screenshots of me and Leo across the journalism building hallway like we were celebrities instead of victims of a badly managed public relations stunt. One photo showed him le
Maya By the next morning, the internet had apparently decided I belonged to Leo Thorne.I opened one video and instantly regretted it. Someone had edited slow-motion clips of Leo looking at me at the café, adding soft music and dramatic captions like we were characters in some tragic sports docume
Maya POV “Chloe, wait!” I pushed through the library doors hard enough for them to slam against the wall, the sound chasing after her down the corridor. She didn’t slow, didn’t turn, just kept walking like stopping would break something she was barely holding together. “Please,” I said, catchi
Maya POV Morning in the Thorne Estate didn’t feel like morning. It felt staged.Light poured through the tall windows in clean, expensive lines, landing on polished floors that looked like no one had ever walked on them without permission. Even the silence felt curated. Controlled. Like if I said t
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