ログインWe promised forever, but his hockey fame tore us apart. Five years later, I’m the journalist assigned to cover his championship run. He’s cold during interviews, answers clipped, eyes never lingering long enough for me to read what he’s thinking. But off-camera, his burning gaze pins me down like I never left. Like we never ended, which blurs the line of love and lust. The team calls him untouchable now. A league legend in the making. I came here to tell his story, not to fall back into it. But as I dug deep, I realized everything I thought I knew was a lie. And someone is determined to make sure I uncover it, no matter who gets destroyed when I do. Including Me.
もっと見るMason’s POVI disguised myself the moment I entered the Grand Meridian Hotel because I didn’t want to entertain any fake attention from strangers just because I was popular.I sent a text to someone. > I want you to inform the Westline Media that I’m in the Grand Meridian Hotel. I smiled to myself.Aria.Five years and she walks back into my life like nothing happened, holding a notebook, standing there at the rink, looking at me like she didn’t feel it. Like I was just another assignment. Yeah… I didn’t believe that. Not for a second.“Rossi.” I dropped the name at the front desk. The receptionist straightened immediately, handing me the key card with a polite smile I didn’t return. I took it and walked off before she could say anything else. The elevator ride was silent, but my head wasn’t. The door to the suite clicked shut behind me, and the silence hit harder than before. I paced once, dragging a hand through my hair, already irritated with myself.I pulled out my phone and m
The pace on the ice picked up. Faster drills. Sharper turns. Harder passes. Mason was at the center of it. Like everything revolved around him. “Again!” the coach shouted. The players reset. Mason pushed off quickly. Then, something slipped. So small no one reacted immediately. But I saw it, the way his skate didn’t land right. The way his body shifted, just slightly off balance as he caught himself. Although he kept going like nothing happened. My pen paused. That wasn’t normal. He circled back into formation. Another pass, another turn. This time slower. His weight wasn’t even, he was favoring one side. Left. “Faster!” the coach barked. Mason pushed harder. With a sharp stop, his skates cutting across the ice, he faltered. Not a full fall, though it was noticeable. I stepped closer to the glass. His knee dipped slightly, his body tightening like something pulled too far. He froze for half a second. His stride wasn’t clean anymore. There was a delay. He stopped comp
Mason’s POVThe dining hall was too large for the noise inside it. Yet somehow, it still wasn’t large enough for the argument.My family had requested my presence, saying it was urgent, although I knew it was just a means to drag me here.I stood near the table, my jacket still on, I hadn’t decided whether I was staying or leaving.Across me, my father sat at the head chair.My mother sat slightly to the side, her hands folded tightly, watching everything unfold like she was trying to hold the room together with silence.While my younger brother, Adrian, stood instead of sitting.That alone said everything.And my younger sister, Isabella, sat halfway turned in her chair watching me.My father spoke first. “You embarrassed this family again.”I exhaled slowly. “Is that what was urgent that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?”Adrian scoffed immediately.“You always do this,” he snapped. “Walk in late, act like you own the place, then disappear when real responsibility is mentioned.”
Aria’s POV“Let’s stay focused,” I reminded Mason, flipping open my notebookThe red light blinks on.“Rolling?” I glanced at my cameraman.“Rolling,” he confirmed.“Captain Mason,” I looked at him trying to maintain my composure. “Your team is a few games from the championship. What changed this season?”Mason leaned back slightly.“Discipline,” he muttered. “Consistency and practice.”I noticed he wasn’t really looking at the camera, his attention was focused on me but I ignored it.“Last season, critics said your leadership was… inconsistent,” I continued. “What do you say to that now?”A faint smirk appeared on his lips.“Critics talk,” he said proudly. “We win.”A few quiet chuckles were heard behind the camera.I tapped the pen against my notebook nervously.“Your line has the highest scoring rate in the league right now,” I pressed further with my questions. “But there are reports of tension among your teammates, especially after last week’s game. Isn’t that going to affect you






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