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CHAPTER 8 - THE FAKE DATING DEAL
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PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 153 - GO BE GREAT
The windshield wipers kept a steady rhythm against the glass, clearing the grey morning mist but doing nothing for the airless quiet inside the car.Rhys sat in the passenger seat, his frame hunched under his leather jacket, hands deep in his pockets. He hadn’t looked at me since we cleared the campus exit. Eyes fixed on the grey blacktop, jaw locked so tight the muscle in his cheek looked like stone.In the backseat, Miles was silent. He’d insisted on coming, his hands shoved into the pockets of his oversized number seventeen jersey. The black block letters across his thirteen-year-old shoulders read MADDOX – the permanent mark of a loyalty shift that had cost our family its baseline security but had given my brother a person worth lacing up for.I parked in the terminal lot. The ignition cut out with a sharp click that officially ended the countdown.Nobody moved for thirty seconds.Rhys threw his door open first. He hauled his gear bag from the trunk, his left arm – the one with th
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 152 - COME BACK
The cardboard boxes stacked against the bedroom wall looked like headstones in the dim light.Everything was packed. Clothes, dishes, gear, the weights from the living room floor – taped and labelled in black marker, reducing months to inventory. The only things left uncovered were a copy of Gatsby sitting on a packing crate by the door and the mattress. The bed was the single piece of furniture left assembled, a stark island in the middle of an empty room.Rhys sat on the edge, head down, elbows on his knees. The low hum of the city outside the glass was a constant, mocking reminder that July had arrived. His gear bag was zipped. Keys on the counter. The plane ticket was already in the pocket of his leather jacket.I stepped into his space, bare feet silent on the floorboards. My throat was so dry it felt like paper.He didn’t look up. His shoulders dropped in one long exhale. His hands came up on instinct, his fingers locking around my waist to pull me flush against his chest. No de
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 151 - THE COUNTDOWN
Come with me sat on the kitchen tiles for three days like something neither of us could step over or clean up.Rhys didn’t repeat it. Didn’t push. Didn’t bring it up over breakfast or during the drive to his practice or in the dark before we fell asleep. He just let the words exist in the apartment the way you let a bruise exist on your body.I couldn’t leave them. I told him that on the kitchen floor with my ribs against his and his arm clamped around my waist and his fingers pressing a slow line into my thigh. “Not now. Not when we just got them back.”He thought I meant the university. The column, the degree, the literary magazine I’d built from a blog and a dorm room and a refusal to be erased. He was doing the math he’d inherited from Elena – woman looks at a man’s contract 3,000 miles away, woman chooses her own architecture. He’d watched that equation solve itself before. His mother solved it by leaving. He assumed I’d solve it the same way, except I’d be the one staying and he
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 150 - NOT GOODBYE
I came back three hours later and didn’t use my key.My palm hit the door hard enough to rattle the hinges. Not a knock – a declaration. The sound of a woman who’d spent three hours in her car in a parking lot deciding whether to drive to the airport or drive back to his apartment and chose the apartment because running was what Elena did and I wasn’t Elena.The door opened. Grey sweats. Bare chest. The apartment behind him black. His jaw locked in the empty expression that used to scare me during the separation. Didn’t scare me anymore. I’d seen what lived behind it. The fear. The boy on the porch. The twelve-year-old who watched headlights disappear and decided that people leaving was a natural law instead of a choice.I stepped past him, caught his shoulders with both hands, and shoved him backward into the kitchen.His frame hit the island. The marble taking his weight with a dull thud that I felt through the floor. The pendant lights catching the sharp rise of his chest. His hand
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 149 - PORTLAND
My black notebook was open on my lap, but the ink had run dry mid-sentence. I sat on his couch, staring at the indentation his shoulders had left in the fabric, waiting for the sound of his motorcycle to cut through the street noise below.My phone buzzed against my thigh and I checked it immediately.Cole.A text, not a call. Cole didn’t text me directly unless something had gone structurally wrong. Our entire communication history was Sienna-adjacent – memes she’d forwarded, group chat logistics, the occasional thumbs-up on a game day photo.A direct message from Cole Brennan to Naomi Ellis meant the floor was moving.He’s going to come home and act like everything’s fine. It’s not. The closer team pulled the contract. Budget cuts. Portland’s the only one left. He told me not to say anything. I’m saying it anyway because I’m not watching this play out the way I think it’s going to.I read the message twice. Three thousand miles.I set the phone face-up on the coffee table next to th
PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 148 - THERAPY
The rain from Tuesday had left a damp chill hanging low in the corners of the campus coffee shop. I sat in my usual booth, laptop closed, fingers wrapped around a paper cup of cold espresso.My phone sat face-up on the table. The screen was blank, but Zara’s text was still running laps in my skull. Tomorrow morning. Well, tomorrow morning was right now. Two blocks away, the athletic board was finalizing the verdict that would strip Caleb of his captaincy, his eligibility, and his future at this school.The bell above the door clinked, a flat metal strike that had my skin going cold before my brain tracked the shadow cutting through the entryway.Caleb Park walked in.No Thornfield blue and silver. Plain black hoodie, hands shoved deep in the pockets, shoulders slouched in a way that made his six-foot frame look smaller. I’d spent months mapping every calculated expression on his face, waiting for the seam where the golden-boy mask met the machinery underneath.This version was new.Th
PUCKED 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2026-04-05PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE CHAPTER 50 - THE CALLS
My childhood bedroom was a museum of a girl who no longer existed.Participation trophies from softball lined the shelf above my desk – the sport I'd quit at fifteen when Dad died and everything that wasn't survival stopped mattering. A cork board above my bed still pinned with movie tickets and ph
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