تسجيل الدخولThree years ago, I destroyed us with one article. Ethan Hayes — NHL captain, billionaire, the man I loved — looked at me like I was a stranger. Then he banished me from his world. Now I'm back. Not by choice. A scandal is brewing, and my career demands I get close to him again. But the man I meet isn't the one I left. He's colder. Harder. And engaged to a woman who smiles like she's hiding bodies. "You work for me now," he says. "Break a rule. See what happens." I should hate him. I do hate him. But at midnight, when he thinks I'm asleep, I hear him whisper my name through the wall. Then I find the file. My hospital record. Altered. And a nurse's anonymous message: "Your baby didn't die." Our son is alive. Someone took him. Someone hid him from both of us. Now Ethan and I are forced to become something more dangerous than enemies. Partners. We'll tear down his father's empire. We'll expose the betrayal of his best friend. We'll burn through lies, fake engagements, and a custody battle that makes headlines. But the boy doesn't know us. He calls another woman "Mom." And he flinches when I reach for him. Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises is a 150-episode completed romance. First-person POV. 70% dialogue. Every episode ends on a cliffhanger. If you love enemies to lovers, secret baby, hockey romance, and second chances that make you cry — this is for you.
عرض المزيدThe FBI building looks like a prison with better lighting.Vanessa walks ahead of me. Heels clicking on marble. Hair perfect. Suit expensive. She looks like she owns the place instead of being a witness in a federal investigation."Stop staring," she says without turning around."Stop looking like you're about to betray us.""If I was going to betray you, I would have done it in the mountains. Alone. With a shovel.""Charming.""I'm not here to be charming. I'm here to put my father in prison."We stop at a metal detector. A guard checks my bag. My phone. My recorder."No electronics beyond this point.""I'm a journalist.""You're a visitor. Leave it here."I hand over my phone. My recorder. My dignity.Vanessa smirks. "First time?""Shut up."---The conference room is small. Gray walls. Gray table. Gray faces.Two agents sit across from us. Agent Morrison — fifty, grey hair, grey suit, grey eyes. Agent Park — thirty, sharp, watching everything."Miss Thompson." Morrison doesn't stan
The house in the hills smells like dust and forgotten things.Vanessa's mother's house. Old lace curtains. Yellowed photographs. A piano no one plays anymore."There's coffee in the kitchen," Vanessa says. "There's also a gun in the drawer next to the coffee. Don't touch it unless you need it."I sit at the kitchen table. Ethan stands by the window. Watching. Always watching.Mason is still in the car. He hasn't moved. I think he's afraid to face Ethan."We need a plan," I say."We need a miracle," Vanessa says."We need both."Ethan turns from the window. His eyes find mine. "You said you had evidence. On the flash drive.""I do.""Show me."I pull out my laptop. Plug in the drive. Folders open. Dates. Names. Transactions."These are the bank transfers. Darius to the hospital administrator. Fifty thousand dollars. For 'record keeping services.'""Translation?""He paid them to alter your file. To change the dates. To make it look like the baby was stillborn."Ethan's jaw tightens. "W
The black SUV has been behind us for forty-seven miles.Same plates. Tinted windows. Always three car lengths back."You're sure it's Vanessa?" I ask.Mason's knuckles are white on the steering wheel. "I recognize the driver. He works for her father.""Her real father? The truck driver?""Her real father is a former military contractor. He runs security for Darius." Mason glances in the rearview. "Vanessa isn't some random girl from Spokane. She's been trained.""Trained for what?""To protect the family. To eliminate threats." His voice drops. "To do whatever needs to be done."Ethan reaches into the glove compartment.Metal gleams.A gun."You have a firearm in your car?""I have a lot of things in my car." He checks the chamber. "I'm a public figure, Ava. People threaten me daily.""And you just carry a gun?""Only when I'm driving to Idaho to find my secret son." He almost smiles. "So. Today's special.""This isn't funny.""I'm not laughing."The SUV speeds up.Mason speeds up too
Morning light cuts through the bedroom windows like a blade.I'm alone in his bed.The sheets smell like him. Cedar. Ice. Something darker underneath.My dress hangs on the closet door. Red. Wrinkled. Evidence."Ethan?"No answer.The bathroom is empty. The shower is cold. His toothbrush is gone.I wrap myself in a sheet and walk downstairs.He's in the kitchen.Shirtless. Sweatpants. Coffee in one hand. Phone in the other."You left.""You were sleeping.""You could have woken me.""You needed rest." He doesn't look up from his phone. "You were crying in your sleep.""I don't cry.""You do." Now he looks. "You cry and you hum. Beethoven. I told you.""That was years ago.""Some things don't change.""Some things do."He sets down the phone. Walks to me. His hands find my waist under the sheet."You're right. Some things do change." His thumb traces my hipbone. "You're thinner. More scars. More secrets.""Everyone has secrets.""Not everyone hides them in hospital records." He pulls m


















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