LOGINDAMONI clenched my fist until my bruised knuckles ached. That physical pain was nothing compared to the burning heat in my chest every time I saw another man get close to Cassy.Julian Vance. That golden boy from Canada who acted so damn polite. Watching his hand on Cassy’s shoulder—watching her smile at him with that soft look—nearly made me lose my mind. I wanted to drag Julian out of the physiotherapy room and smash his face in the same way I’d done to Jake the night before.I knew I was an asshole. I knew I was acting like a possessive demon. But people didn’t understand. They thought this was just about an arrogant hockey captain, a playboy used to getting whatever he wanted, who had suddenly gone crazy because he couldn’t have his own stepsister.They were dead wrong. This wasn’t just about sex. This wasn’t just about that insane night in Las Vegas that haunted me every time I closed my eyes.This was about ten years ago.I leaned against the wall of the empty locker room after
CASSYThe next day, the atmosphere in the Los Angeles Kings arena felt far more welcoming than usual. Yet my mind was still filled with the crazy plan Mia, Sophie, and Lena had cooked up the night before. Fake boyfriend. A plan to make Damon jealous so he would finally stop chasing me.While I was organizing elastic bands and ice packs in the physiotherapy room, the door opened.It wasn’t Damon who walked in, but a tall man with dark brown hair and a warm smile that immediately brightened the room. He was wearing a practice jersey with the number 88 on the back.“Hey,” he greeted me kindly with a soft Canadian accent. “You must be Cassy, our new physiotherapist? I’m Julian Vance. Defenseman.”I smiled in relief. After all the drama with Jake and Damon, talking to someone who seemed normal and friendly was a change of pace I desperately needed. “Hi, Julian. Yes, I’m Cassy. Is there anything I can help you with?”“My left shoulder’s a bit stiff after yesterday’s practice,” Julian said a
CassyThat night, the Voss family’s large house felt quieter than usual. My stepfather Richard and my mom hadn’t returned from their honeymoon yet. Damon chose to stay at his apartment in the city center, so I took advantage of the opportunity.I invited my three best friends—Mia, Sophie, and Lena—to sleep over. A house this big felt too empty and lonely if I was by myself.They arrived full of energy, bringing wine, snacks, and happy faces. As soon as we sat down in the second-floor family room, Mia got excited right away.“Wow, this is your hot stepbrother’s house? Damn, Cass! It’s exactly like in the movies!”We all laughed. They already knew everything about the wild night in Las Vegas and the fact that Damon Voss was now my stepbrother.Sophie poured wine into the glasses with a wide smile.“This is such a forbidden romance movie plot! An arrogant, tattooed NHL player stepbrother… It’s definitely going to have a happy ending. You two are totally going to—”“No way!” I cut her of
CASSYEveryone was staring.After Damon’s brutal punches, the entire VIP area had gone silent. Phones were out, people whispering, eyes wide with shock. The captain of the Los Angeles Kings had just beaten someone bloody in public—all because of me.Jake lay on the floor, groaning, blood dripping from his nose. Security finally rushed in, but they moved carefully around Damon, clearly hesitant. No one wanted to touch the team captain.“Get him out,” Damon ordered coldly, breathing hard, his knuckles red.The security guards nodded quickly and dragged a dazed Jake toward the exit. They didn’t even question Damon. In this city, no one dared challenge the future of NHL players like him.I stood frozen, heart pounding.Damon turned to me. His dark eyes were still burning with that dangerous possessiveness. For a moment, it felt like the whole club had disappeared and only the two of us existed.Before either of us could speak, Lila appeared.She slid her arm around Damon’s waist possessiv
CASSYThe mansion felt eerily quiet as we stepped inside.Mom had pulled me aside right before she and Richard left for the airport this afternoon. With a glowing smile, she told me they were flying to Greece for their honeymoon—two full weeks.Which meant right now, it was just me and Damon alone in this massive Beverly Hills house.The weight of the day still pressed on my chest as I headed straight for the staircase, desperate to escape the tension between us. “I’m going to bed.”“Wait,” Damon’s deep, rough voice stopped me mid-step.I turned slowly.He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with those intense dark eyes. He was still wearing his black hoodie and jeans, tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest. The dim lighting made him look even more dangerous.He climbed the stairs until he stood on the step just below mine, bringing us almost eye level. The air crackled.“You’ve been avoiding me since we left the arena,” he said quietly. “Talk to me, Cassy.”I hugg
DAMONI saw red the moment I spotted them.That worthless asshole had his hand wrapped tightly around Cassy’s wrist. The girl I’d fucked senseless in Vegas just one week ago.I pulled away from Lila without a word and strode straight toward them. The hallway went quiet. Players, coaches, and staff stepped aside, nodding at me with respect. As captain of the Los Angeles Kings, they always did.“Get your fucking hands off her,” I said, voice cold and low.Jake turned, still gripping her wrist. “Who the hell are you?”I stopped right beside Cassy, towering over him. My jaw clenched as I chewed my gum slowly.“Let her go before I break your arm.” I growled.Jake’s face twisted. He finally released her wrist and stepped back. “What’s your problem, man?”I gave him a dangerous smirk. “Touch her again and you’ll find out.”Jake shot me a bitter look before walking away. Cassy rubbed her sore wrist, looking stunned by how aggressively I had intervened.The rest of the day was filled with curi
CASSYThat same evening, the grand dining room glowed under a massive crystal chandelier. The long mahogany table was set with fine china, candles, and expensive wine.I sat stiffly in my navy dress, nerves twisting in my stomach.Richard raised his glass with a proud smile. “To my beautiful wife E
CASSYOnly hours earlier, I had walked in on my boyfriend of two years fucking another girl in our bed.Heartbroken and furious, I packed a bag and flew to Las Vegas with my best friends for a girls’ trip to forget the pain.I leaned against the sleek bar inside the crowded club, sipping my martini
CASSYThe next morning, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my new bedroom, adjusting the collar of my team polo shirt.Today was my first official day as a sports physiotherapist for the Los Angeles Kings. I should have felt excited, but all I felt was nervous dread.A knock sounded on m







