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CHAPTER 11 - AVOIDING THE TRUTH
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2026-03-05 15:05:00
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PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 114 - QUESTIONS
RHYS’ POVI stepped back onto the ice with her face still burning behind my eyes.The tunnel was behind me. The phone was in my bag. The conversation – if you could call it that, if there was a word for the thing that happens when the person you love most explains why they decided you couldn’t be trusted with the truth about your own destruction – was over. And I had a game to finish.Down 3-1. Playbook compromised. Every formation we’d run in the first period handed to the other team on a screen with her name on it. My tendencies. My weak-side vulnerability. Things I’d said in bed with her hands on my ribs and my guard so far down it was underground.I couldn’t think about that. If I thought about it I’d break, and broken men don’t win championships. Broken men sit in tunnels staring at phone screens while the game moves on without them. So I took the thing in my chest – the thing that felt like swallowing glass, the thing that had her face and her voice and I love you, Rhys stamped
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 113 - THE SABOTAGE
The rumors reached me before the second period did.First intermission. The energy in the arena had shifted – Thornfield down 3-1, the crowd quieter than it should’ve been, the kind of stunned silence that happens when a team everyone expected to dominate comes out looking like they’ve never played together before. I was standing in the entrance getting water when I heard it. Two guys from the lacrosse team leaning against the wall, voices low but not low enough.“Someone leaked the playbook.”“No way.”“I’m serious. Porter – the other team’s captain – he was laughing during the face-off. Told Rhys nice try before the play even started. Like he already knew what was coming.”My hand tightened on the water bottle. I turned. Didn’t know either of them well enough for them to filter themselves around me, which made the information more reliable than anything said to my face.“Leaked it how?”They looked at me. Recognized me. The shorter one’s expression shifted – not hostile, but careful
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 112 - GAME DAY
NAOMI’S POVPresent day.The rink was a living thing.Standing room only. Every seat filled, every aisle packed, the noise building in layers, with bass from the speakers, the rhythmic stomp of the student section, air horns and chants and the low electric hum of a building that knew something important was about to happen inside it.Campus media had set up along the glass. Three pro scout teams in the reserved section with their lanyards and their notebooks and their careful, evaluating faces. The entire student body in Thornfield blue and silver, painted and screaming, the kind of energy that vibrates through concrete and into your bones.I found Elena first.Three sections to my left. Same spot as the semis. Alone. Small in the crowd, her purse clutched on her lap with both hands, her eyes fixed on the ice with an expression that made my chest tighten. She wasn’t watching the warm-up drills. She was watching number seventeen skate slow laps along the boards and I could see it on he
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 111 - THE SAME ZIP CODE
RHYS’ POVBefore the championship.She said I love you back and the world didn’t end.I’d been bracing for it. The way I brace for everything. Waiting for the hit that always follows the good thing. My mother said those words and left. My father said them and meant I own you. Every time love had been spoken in my life it preceded someone packing a bag or tightening a grip. Cursed. Poisoned. Three words with a body count.But she said them back on my couch in the dark with her forehead against mine, the taste of tears between us, and nothing exploded. The walls didn’t collapse. Nobody left. Nobody tightened anything. She just breathed the words into me and they sat there. Warm. Real. Not detonating.I didn’t know what to do with that. So I practiced.“Love you.” Over coffee. Casual. Wanted to see if it still worked with the lights on. If it still felt true when she wasn’t crying and I wasn’t breaking and the room wasn’t dark.It did. And that scared me almost as much as saying it the f
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 110 - REMEMBERING
We didn’t have sex. First time in weeks we’d been in his bed together and not touched each other that way, and the absence of it made the room feel bigger. More honest. Like the space between our bodies was holding something that mattered more than skin.We lay facing each other. Fully clothed. His grey sweats, my oversized shirt that was actually his oversized shirt. The lamp off. The streetlight through the window casting enough glow to see outlines – the edge of his jaw, the shadow of his collarbone, the scar through his left eyebrow, the way it caught the light like a thin silver wire.He reached across the pillow. His fingers found my face. Not reaching for something – mapping it. My eyebrow first. Tracing the arch of it with his thumb. Then my jaw. The line of it from ear to chin, slow, deliberate, like he was committing the geometry of me to muscle memory in case his eyes ever failed him. Then my mouth. His fingertip on my lower lip. Pressing just enough to feel the give of it.
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 109 - SEMI FINALS
I’d watched Rhys play a hundred times. Knew the way he moved on ice the way I knew his handwriting – the specific rhythm of it, the language his body spoke when skates replaced shoes and the boards replaced walls and the version of him that couldn’t articulate feelings in a kitchen became fluent in a way that made your chest hurt.This was different.This was something I’d never seen before. Not from him. Not from anyone.I spotted Elena before the puck dropped. Three sections to my left, alone, small in the crowd, clutching her purse on her lap with both hands like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to the seat. She wasn’t watching Rhys warm up. Her eyes were across the arena – fixed on a section I knew without looking. Richard’s section. I followed her gaze and found him. Suited. Silver-templed. Sitting with the rigid posture of a man who owned the building his son played in and resented having to be inside it.Their eyes met. One second. Maybe less. Elena looked away first.
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 39 - SLOWLY CHANGING
Rhys got a B+ on the American Literature midterm.Three nights of flashcards and highlighters and him sprawled across his apartment floor complaining that Fitzgerald was "a rich drunk who wrote about other rich drunks" while I threatened to leave if he didn't focus. He'd focus for twenty minutes. T
Last Updated : 2026-03-29PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 42 - HALF THE STORY
I sat in the driveway for eleven minutes before I could make my hands stop shaking long enough to turn off the engine.My mom's voice was still in my ears – how COULD you and I'm finally happy and fix it – playing on a loop that got louder every time I tried to think past it. I'd driven here becaus
Last Updated : 2026-03-31PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 52 - 2AM
I couldn't sleep.Twelve days on my childhood bed and I still couldn't sleep in it. The mattress remembered a version of me that didn't exist anymore – the fifteen-year-old version that was grieving and small enough to curl into the corner and disappear. The woman lying in it now was too big for th
Last Updated : 2026-04-05PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 53 - MOM
She was sitting at the kitchen table when I came downstairs.Coffee in front of her. Both hands wrapped around the mug. Not drinking – holding. The way people hold things when they need an anchor and the nearest one is ceramic. She was wearing the flannel pajamas again. Second day in a row. Whateve
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