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Chapter 8

Autor: Jane Melody
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What Are the Odds?

Julian's POV

I shut myself in my room the second the introductions were over. I could hear my heart beating like I had just lost the biggest game of my life. The door clicks behind me, and I lean against it, trying to catch my breath.

What the fuck just happened?

I keep replaying that moment in the foyer. Bryson's stunned face mirrored my own horror when we saw each other. The coffee shop disaster. The dining hall humiliation. The locker room confrontations. The way he knocked me flat during scrimmage while my teammates laughed.

And now he's my stepbrother.

My father's new wife's son is the same boy who poured coffee all over me on his first day. The same kid who danced on that table like he owned the room. The same nobody who somehow stole the spotlight on my ice.

It feels like the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.

I cross to my bed and sink, staring at the trophies lined across my shelves. Everything I've worked for, everything that defines who I am.

My m
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