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CHAPTER 80 - THE NOTEBOOK

作者: Dirty Diana
last update 公開日: 2026-04-07 03:10:51

I bought a notebook on Thursday. Black. Unlined. The kind with no branding on the cover – forgettable, the kind of thing that could sit on a desk and look like nothing.

It wasn't nothing.

I started writing on the first page in the parking lot of the bookstore with the engine still running and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. Not prose. Not feelings. Dates. Times. Facts.

February 14 – Bar. Rhys and I meet. Nobody knows yet. But within weeks of the deal going public, Caleb drops the expulsi
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  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 86 - INSTINCT

    RHYS’ POVShe was shaking.Not crying. Not talking. Just shaking – wrapped in a blanket on her bed with her eyes unfocused and her hands trembling against her knees and her breath coming in stutters like her lungs had forgotten the rhythm they'd been running for nineteen years.I didn't know what to do with that.I know what to do with a lot of things. A body check? Drop the shoulder, absorb, stay on your feet. A fight? Hands up, aim for the jaw, don't swing angry. A girl in my bed? I know what to do there too. But a girl shaking on her bed with her eyes looking at something I couldn't see and her heartbeat visible in her throat, too fast, wrong?Nothing. No play. No instinct. No training for this.So I picked her up.Didn't ask. Didn't announce it. Just slid my arms under her – one behind her back, one under her knees – and lifted. She weighed nothing. She always weighed nothing to me. This girl

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 85 - BREAKING DOWN

    The breakdown happened on a Tuesday.It wasn't dramatic. Wasn't cinematic. There was no triggering moment, no phone call, no Caleb sighting, no text that detonated the last wall standing.It was just a Tuesday.10 AM. English seminar. Professor Chen's class. A presentation I'd prepared for all weekend – Virginia Woolf, the way trauma restructures language. I knew the material. Had note cards. Had practiced in front of Sienna twice and the bathroom mirror once. Had my slides loaded and my thesis memorized and my hands steady.I stood up. Walked to the front. Twenty faces. Familiar. Safe. Professor Chen nodding from her desk with the encouraging expression she gave everyone before presentations – the you've got this face.I opened my mouth."Virginia Woolf's approach to–"And the world tilted.Not metaphorically. The room physically shifted – floor tilting left, ceiling compressing, the faces in front of me stretching and warping like reflections in water, my vision narrowed. Not blurre

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 84 - PURPOSEFUL CONSISTENCY

    2 AM. Desk lamp. The black notebook open to a fresh page and the apartment so quiet I could hear my own pulse.Sienna was asleep three feet away – face buried in her pillow, her phone still clutched in her hand with Cole's last text glowing on the screen. She'd fallen asleep smiling. I envied that. The simplicity of falling for someone who wasn't surrounded by landmines. Someone whose biggest complication was labelled snack containers and an inability to admit he was in love.I picked up the pen. Started writing.Not the shorthand version I'd been keeping in my head – the full timeline. Every date. Every incident. Every Caleb-adjacent crisis from the very beginning, laid out in chronological order with the precision of someone who'd spent months tracking a pattern she couldn't prove and was tired of carrying it in her skull.I wrote until my hand cramped. Went back. Added details. Cross-referenced. Drew lines between entries – literal lines, pen on paper, connecting the incidents to t

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 83 - BRUISES

    NAOMI’S POVHe showed up at my door smelling like ice and ibuprofen.Didn't knock the way he usually did – two hard raps, the impatience of a man who expected doors to open because he existed on the other side of them. This was different. One knock. Soft. The knock of someone who wasn't sure he was welcome and was giving me the chance to pretend I wasn't home.I opened it. He was leaning against the doorframe with his bag over one shoulder and his weight shifted to the left side – favouring his right ribs, which meant something had happened to the left ones. His knuckles were still raw from the equipment room door. Scabbed over but not healed, the skin pink and tight in a way that would scar. And blooming across his left shoulder, visible where his t-shirt collar shifted, a bruise the colour of a thunderstorm. Purple at the centre. Green at the edges. Fresh."Caleb?" I asked."Check during the scrimmage. Came in high

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 82 - SCRIMMAGE

    RHYS’ POVSaw it before the first whistle.Diamond formation. Caleb calling it from center ice with that captain's voice – authoritative, the voice of a guy who'd earned the C on his jersey and knew exactly how to weaponize it. Diamond formation puts four players in a tight box. Pushes the left wing wide. My position. Wide means isolated. Isolated means no passes. No passes means I'm skating alone on the far side of the ice looking like I don't know where I'm supposed to be.He didn't glance at me when he called it. Didn't need to. The play was the message.I followed it. Skated to my position. Watched the puck move through the diamond – Caleb to Miller to Owens to Caleb again – while I stood on the outside like a kid who'd shown up to the wrong practice. Four passes. None of them mine. The play ended with a clean goal from Caleb and a celebration I wasn't part of."Good movement," Coach Harlan said from the boards. Clipboard. Whistle. Not seeing what he wasn't looking for.Second dri

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 81 - THE LONG GAME

    The skates were Bauer Vapor Hyperlites. Second pair. Because apparently the first pair Caleb bought weren't the right fit for Miles's "evolving stride" – his words, delivered to my mother over the phone with the casual authority of someone who'd appointed himself my brother's personal development coach.My mother didn't question it. Why would she? A responsible, polished college athlete was investing time and money into her fatherless son's hockey career. That wasn't suspicious. That was a blessing. That was the kind of thing you thanked God for at dinner and posted about on Facebook with heart emojis and captions about village-raising.I couldn't say a word.Because the cruelty of what Caleb was doing was structurally identical to kindness. He showed up at every youth league practice. Drove Miles to pro games three hours away and bought him jerseys from the team store. Texted him motivational quotes before school – I'd seen them on Miles's phone. Screenshots of athletes with captions

  • PUCKED 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 update最終更新日 : 2026-04-05

  • PUCKED 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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-05

  • PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE   CHAPTER 51 - TWICE A DAY

    I didn’t move.Stood in the hallway with my water glass and my bare feet and the cold tile under my soles and listened to my mother talk about the boy I loved to the man who was trying to erase him from my life.“He never asks to talk to her, Richard. That’s the thing.” My mom’s voice was quiet. Ti

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-04-04

  • 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

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-31
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