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CHAPTER 11: RECLAIM HER POWER
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2026-05-18 14:12:13
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MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB CHAPTER 14: A COMMODITY
The lobby felt like a vacuum. The muffled roar of the gala, the clinking of glasses, and the polite laughter of people who bought and sold futures over appetizers felt like they belonged to a different planet. Here, in the dim, amber lit corridor outside the lounge, there was only the smell of lilies and the suffocating presence of the man Valeria had spent five years trying to forget. Julian didn't move. He didn't have to. He stood there like a wall of denim and tattoos, leaning against the structure. His eyes, those piercing, stormy gray depths that had once looked at her with such tenderness, were now wide. He stared at her with a look of stunned, almost violent recognition. Valeria's heart didn't just beat, it rebelled. It thrashed against her ribs like a bird in a cage . She stood frozen, her hand still hovering near the heavy wooden door she had just closed. The contrast between them was sharp, she was in her clean, white professional armor, and he looked like a fallen deity w
MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB CHAPTER 13: A COMMODITY
The lobby of the Metropolitan Event Center felt like a massive, empty cathedral made of glass. As the heavy doors shut behind Julian, the quiet inside felt heavy. The ceremony was already starting. He could hear the polite, rhythmic clapping of the high society crowd echoing from the main hall, signaling that the ice king was late for his own big moment. Julian walked through the foyer with a nervous, restless energy. He was supposed to be the star of the night, but inside, he felt like he was falling apart. Ariel was right behind him, her high heels clicking an angry rhythm on the marble floor. "Julian! You can't just walk away from me like that on the red carpet!" she hissed, reaching out to grab his arm again. But Julian didn't even look back. "Not now, Ariel." They entered the ballroom just as the lights dimmed for the opening video. The room was packed with wealthy people in velvet and diamonds. As Julian was guided to his front row seat right in front of Romanus, the most po
MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB CHAPTER 12: MEMORIES
When their eyes met, everything else vanished. The shouting reporters and the loud, thumping music from the event center seemed to fade into complete silence. Julian and Valeria stood frozen, locked in a tense, high-stakes gaze that felt like it lasted forever, even though it was only a few seconds. In that quiet moment, the red carpet around them disappeared. For Julian, seeing Valeria dressed in sharp, aggressive white was overwhelming. Memories flashed through his mind, Valeria at eighteen, wearing a simple sundress that smelled like summer rain, her hair messy and free. Now, she looked incredibly professional and confident. Her sleek outfit and elegant bun were a declaration of independence. He realized he had shaped this version of her by walking away. She didn’t need his protection anymore, yet she was the only person in the world he wanted to protect. Valeria was also drowning in the deep gray of his eyes. Behind his dark sunglasses, she knew a storm was brewing. She remember
MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB CHAPTER 11: RECLAIM HER POWER
The endless flashing lights of the paparazzi were starting to feel like a headache. Julian stood on the bright red carpet, a tall, silent figure in denim and tattoos, trapped between the O'Brian family. Ariel was practically glued to his side. Her fingers dug hard into his arm, holding him with a possessive grip that made his skin burn. To the thousands of people watching the live video streams, they looked like the ultimate power team: the king of hockey, his beautiful girlfriend, and the billionaire who owned the city.Julian stared ahead through his dark sunglasses. His mind was a thousand miles away, in a quiet apartment on the Upper East Side. He felt like an empty shell, a high priced mannequin acting for a crowd he hated."Smile, Julian," Ariel whispered. Her breath smelled of expensive mint and champagne as she rested her head on his shoulder for the cameras. "You look so moody. People will think we had a fight.""I'm not a circus animal, Ariel," Julian muttered, his voice bar
MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB CHAPTER 10: THE O'BRIANS
To Julian, it was a humiliating realization. He had spent hours in front of the mirror, stressing over the shade of his shirt and the placement of his watch, all for a girl who hadn't even showed up. He felt like a schoolboy who had dressed in his best clothes to impress his crush, only to find her seat empty. The "Ice King" was usually made of stone, but right now, he felt like glass. And he was cracking. With a look of cold disappointment, Julian turned on his heel. He didn't care about the youth gala, the million-dollar donations, or the waiting board members. He just wanted to disappear. He wanted to shed this fancy look, crawl into the backseat of his SUV, and drive until the city lights were far behind him. He had just reached the heavy glass exit doors when a hand clamped onto his arm. "Julian! Where the hell are you going?" Silas hissed. His face was a mask of pure panic. He had to jog just to keep up with Julian’s long, angry strides. "We just got here, man! You haven't ta
MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB CHAPTER 9: THE GOD OF THE ARENA
The morning sun rose through the floor to the roofs of the Julian's house, casting long, shadows acrosd Julian Vane's bedroom. Most athletes at twenty six were still finding their footing, but Julian had already conquered his world. He stood before a triptych of mirrors that cost more than a luxury sedan, his expression that of calculated intentions Today wasn't a game day, but it was a battle. He had an elite youth development gala to attend by noon, a high society event where the city's wealthiest and most influential would gather to see the Ice King in the flesh. Normally, he would have thrown on an Italian suit and let his stylist handle the rest. But today was different. Today, he was dressing for a specific set of eyes.He discarded three different silk shirts before settling on a look that was intentionally raw, yet impossibly expensive. He had chosen a high end denim on denim wear, a vintage , rugged jacket over a simple form fitting black tee that clung to the muscles of hi
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