Kaya built the perfect quarterback to break her ex. She never expected him to steal her heart… again. After sacrificing everything to help her arrogant ex-husband Tom rise as captain of the nation’s biggest football team, Kaya is left humiliated and betrayed by her husband But Kaya isn’t just anyone. She is the hidden heiress of the very team Tom plays for and a Tech genius undermined by everyone, only known for her precise physics and game play. Determined to destroy him where it hurts most, Kaya uses her family’s cutting-edge tech to build Tom 2.0 a flawlessly handsome AI quarterback robot programmed to dominate the field… and drive Tom mad with jealousy. But when Tom 2.0 starts acting strangely, showing tenderness, jealousy, and even calling her by a name only one boy ever knew, Kaya’s world unravels. Because inside the steel and circuits is there a heart that beats? As secrets crack open and passions ignite, Kaya faces an impossible choice: Will she finish her revenge? Or risk everything to love what she thinks is a robot?
ดูเพิ่มเติมKaya POV
Kaya Williams, you are such a fool. The words repeat in my head over and over again. My eyes scan the room, reporters sticking microphones in his face, yelling question after question. “Alright, everyone. Let’s settle down before this goes out of control.” Tom smiles at the crowd; through the throng of people, his eyes land on mine. With disgust, annoyance, and a roll of his eyes, he turns back to the woman beside him, arms wrapped around Tom like he's the price. “I want to officially introduce everyone to my new fiancée, Riley Williams” he stretches her name, his eyes not leaving mine. The betrayal stings, and my heart breaks more than I thought it could when they first walked into the room. “New fiance" my mind grinds at the words, here I am, his wife of seven years, the woman who gave up her entire life for him, I helped him with his football career, with my brains and physics and with me by his side, he always made a goal, I always made sure of it. And today, just as he is about to hit it big, signs into the Lions football team, he betrays me.. For her? The team's doctor and the woman masquerading as me. My heart aches, but my fingers clench into my palm, my face turning pink, the tears fall from my eyes but my anger is worse. Tom thinks I'm just some orphaned girl with no money, replaceable, after all the years of giving him my love, being his faithful wife, protecting him from my uncle and father's wrath, defending him anytime they tried to drag me home to my birthright And today? He betrays me. “And yeah, everyone that's Kaya, my now ex-wife” he steps forward the crowd parting to me exposing my tear-stricken face to the cameras. Everyone holds their breath as he walks towards me, a pile of paper in his hands, he smirks, cold and brutal. “No hurt feelings I hope Kaya, I guess it was just never meant to be” his eyes twinkle under the flashing cameras. “Here you should sign these and right before I get back to the house, your bags should be packed and ready to go” he smirks, raising the pile of paper in his hands. “Tom-” I manage to crack out his name, my lips shaking and my heart sinking deeper than the ocean. He laughs, the deep sound I used to enjoy so much but now turned to me in mockery. “Don’t bother now Kaya, don’t beg, I can't accept a low life like you Kaya, I am now a major football star, with the best woman on my arm” he turns around to Riley, her arms crossed over her body. A sly smile on her lips He sends her a wink and turns back to me, his lip pulls into a wide smile and before I can love, the pile of paper is slammed in my face. I feel a sharp cut on my cheek as they flutter to the floor, the cameras capturing every moment as he abandons his wife, divorces her, and leaves her for a “better” woman He steps back, A snarky smile still on his lips, “You should go, don't let the door hit you on your way out” He turns around and just like that I melt into the crowd, Everyone watches on, flashing their camera at the drama as he heads to the table, Riley by his side, they start with the signing ceremony. I stand there left to pick up the pieces, I glance down at the piece of paper to see it’s our divorce, bitterness fills me at the betrayal. It stings more because I defended and believed in him much more than his own convincing mother, I was always there for him, I picked up the pieces anytime he failed, I worked numerous jobs to keep our home afloat, and I kept myself away from my luxury to be with him. And this is how I'm paid? I grab the piece of paper tightly in my grasp and turn around. He wants me gone? Alright But Tom Whinely, this will not be the last you hear from me. The drive back to the house is smooth, I still don't let the tears fall, I hold them back as my mind comes up with different ways to go about this. The car comes to a stop in front of the apartment block, the old building we were about to move out of, and into the luxurious penthouses they gift the top players. I slam the door behind me and sit right in the living room with my bags already packed right beside her is Tom’s mother. I breathe hard, her blonde hair shining in the morning sun. “Urgggh, thank God you're here, I've been starving” she whines standing up, throwing the magazine she was glancing through on the couch, She smiles at me like she and her son did not just con me. “Oh right, you're no longer our maid” she giggles stepping past my bags, “I'm guessing you have signed the divorce papers then?” She turns to the paper still in my grasp. “You are going to regret this” I snap, my eyes narrowed at her She steps back, her hand on her chest as she pants briefly, “Oh oh, I’m so scared” she mocks, laughing right after, “What can poor old Kaya do?” she laughs again like I'm some sick joke. “Sign the divorce papers and leave my son alone, I am tired of you leeching off him” She takes a threatening step towards me, eyes wide. “Me leach off him?” My frown deepens, “I am the one who has been helping him all these years, I've been on Tom and you beck and call for years!” My voice rise as I step closer to her She huffs rolling her eyes, “Well now we have someone better, someone bigger, the heiress of the Williams group, the same football team Tom is now signed to” Her voice booms across the apartment “Does that ring any bells?” she smirks “Soon my son, Tom will marry her and they will be the ultimate power couple, the football prince and his heiress" she sings songs with a wide smile, turning to me the smile fades “Now sign it or else-” she narrows her eyes at me.Kaya POV “Are you okay?” Flynn hums, his face morphs into concern. Something that shouldn't be possible with a robot. My mouth fries and I step back from his embrace, “I..I just need to think that's all” Flynn takes a step closer to me, “You shouldn't worry about Tom and Riley so much, they are powerless. Your plan is working and soon they will face the consequences of their actions” he says in one breath, a look of unbelief on his face like he's surprised I am even worried. “You are smartest woman I know Kaya” he eyes flicker to me. His gaze is so intense that my heart drums so loudly I think he can hear it My lip perk up, trying to drop the tension between us. My arms across my body, “I am the only smart woman you know Flynn” He laughs and the sound vibrates so hard that it attracts looks from everyone. Me standing there and a hot football player laughing over what I said. I want to hide and diassapear but Flynn grabs me before I can, “At least you're not as stupid as, dumb
Kaya POV The car slows at the front steps of the Lions Foundation Gala, and even from behind the tinted glass, the night feels impossibly bright. Rows of spotlights cut through the dark, painting marble columns in gold and white. Camera flashes spark at every new arrival. Music floats on the breeze, soft piano notes weaving around the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of crystal glasses. The double doors stand open, spilling warm light across the steps like a stage. Beside me in the back seat, Lily smooths the skirt of her deep green gown, eyes bright with a familiar spark. “Ready?” she asks, though it’s less question and more promise. “Not even close,” I admit, voice smaller than I want. She squeezes my hand lightly. “Too late now. Head high, Kaya.” The door swings open. For a second, I hesitate, but then the air itself seems to push me forward and I step out, heels clicking against stone, the satin of my black off-shoulder dress brushing warm against my sk
Kaya POV The next day by the time practice ends, the late afternoon sun has dipped low enough to burn yellow across the field. Coach’s voice carries over the hum of the team gathering near the benches. “Listen up,” he says, smacking his clipboard against his palm. “This Saturday, the Lions Foundation Gala, sponsors, media, old players, the works. Black tie. Show up, smile, don’t embarrass the damn team.” Half-laughs ripple across the locker room. Jaden elbows Gideon, grinning like it’s a party already. Tom doesn’t crack a smile his jaw set tight, arms folded across his chest. Flynn listens, face calm, gaze flicking toward me for just a beat too long. I keep my eyes on my clipboard, pretending to review a page of stats I know by heart. Coach mutters, “Yes, even you, Whinley,” tossing Tom a pointed look. “Behave.” Tom’s lip curls, but he doesn’t answer. When the team breaks, players start streaming to the showers, Flynn drifts closer. His shirt clings damp to broad shoulde
Kaya POVI'm completely caught off guard but I blink stepping back, “I built you, I don’t have to answer to you,” He nods slowly, a quirky smirk spreading across his lips, “I have to go to the Team’s quarters, the boys are having a welcome party for me” his eyes glint as the sky starts to darkenI nod, thankful for the dark sky to hide my blush, “I will be at my lab” I turn away, I wont allow him read me so easily. The stadium hum quietly after dark. Field lights fade to pools of white against the grass, and the echoes of footsteps vanish until it feels like the whole place holds its breath. I bury myself in my lab, fluorescent light buzzing above, fingers skimming across the keyboard as code and data logs flood my screens. Numbers comfort me, they are predictable, precise, where nothing moves unless I say so.I scan my screen one more time when I spot something different.Twice during practice today, Flynn paused mid-sentence. Just half a breath, but it wasn’t there in the instr
Kaya POV The day goes by as the media crews clear out slowly, their chatter fading behind me. I stay by the doorway, half-hidden in the shade, clipboard clutched tightly that my fingers ache. Flynn disappears inside first, towel slung over his shoulder, jersey sticking to sweat-slicked skin. For a heartbeat, my breath catches, the way the light hits him, sweat tracing along sharp lines of muscle, abs flexing with every easy stride. It shouldn’t do this to me. It shouldn’t matter that he looks exactly how I built him, strong, graceful, absurdly perfect. But under the shine of sweat, chest still rising and falling from practice, there’s something almost human about him that scrapes under my ribs. Tom follows close behind, helmet in hand, jaw tight enough to crack stone. The locker room door swings open wider, giving me a glimpse, benches scattered with gear, smell of sweat, soap and steam curling from the showers. Inside, their voices bounce off the tile and steel. Tom’s cuts
Kaya POV Today is media Day… and by the time I step onto the field, the stadium doesn’t look like a practice ground anymore. White tents ripple in the breeze, long tables glint with branded water bottles, and camera crews drag cables across the turf like hungry snakes. Media Day always felt ridiculous to me, a glossy parade of smiles and interviews that mean nothing by the next news cycle. Usually, I keep to the edges, notebook in hand, face politely blank, Invisible, here to support Tom from behind, right before he got signed with the lions, i always made sure to keep my distance on media day as he instructed But not today. PR taps me on the shoulder before I even set down my bag, voice cheerful but brisk. “Kaya? We’d love a few shots of you and Flynn together,” she blinks with a barbie smile that screams jealousy, “Just for socials, nothing too serious you know.” My mouth opens, then shuts again. “Me? Why?” “You’re the analyst, right? Fans love the behind-the-scen
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