Mag-log in"You still think you’re the main character in your own story, don’t you, Mercer? That’s cute. You were written out the moment you let me inside you. You don’t exist without me now. And you love it." Kade Mercer an unstoppable force on the ice, destined for the NHL. One reckless mistake, one desperate night, and it was all over. The trap was set long before he even stepped onto the ice. Nikolai Volkov, mafia kingpin and team owner, orchestrated it all—the seduction, the scandal, the blackmail. Now, Kade isn’t just owned. He’s trapped. He still plays. He still wins. But only when they let him. Throw a game. Obey. Or lose everything. But the real hell doesn’t come from Nikolai. It comes from his son, Rook Volkov. Golden boy of a rival team. Hockey’s rising star. Kade’s worst enemy. He’s spent years fighting Kade, hating him, wanting him. Now? He owns him. Rook doesn’t destroy Kade’s career—he controls it. His flights. His bank accounts. His entire life. And when Kade resists? Rook makes him pay. First, he makes him beg. Then, he makes him like it. Every punishment, every violation, every humiliating submission forces Kade deeper into the world Rook has carved out for him. A world where the line between rivalry and ownership has been erased. A world where Kade can fight all he wants—but he’ll never escape. Because Rook isn’t keeping him prisoner.
view moreRook POV - A Few Weeks LaterThe room is dimly lit, the only glow coming from the small nightlight near the crib. I pace back and forth, arms cradling Nikolai’s tiny body as he fusses, his cries quieting only slightly before starting up again. He’s been restless all night, shifting against my chest, letting out little whimpers that turn into louder cries every time I try to sit down.I bounce him gently, rubbing slow circles on his back. “Come on, kiddo,” I murmur, voice low and tired. “I thought we had a deal. You cry, I fix it. Why am I not fixing it?”Nikolai lets out another frustrated little wail, his small hands fisting into my shirt. I sigh, shifting my grip and trying a different motion, swaying side to side instead of bouncing. It helps, only a little.The door creaks open, and I glance up, expecting Rose for a second before I realize it’s Kade. He leans against the doorway, eyes shadowed
Kade POVMr. Wilson is already waiting near the reception desk, his expression unreadable.“Mr Volkov,” he greets, offering his hand.I shake it quickly. “You got the paperwork?”He nods, handing me a folder. “Everything is here. The mother signed before leaving. There are no complications on her end.”I flip it open, scanning over the signatures, the legalities of it all. “I’ll need to take these with me. Rook has to sign too.”“Of course,” he agrees. “It’s all legally binding from her side. Once Rook signs, everything is finalized.”I exhale, closing the folder. “Where is he?”Mr. Wilson gives me a small smile, one I don’t quite know how to read. “Follow me.”I do, walking down the hall behind him. Each step feels heavier than the last, my mind still struggling to catch up with the reality of this. I knew t
Kade POVDamon, the asshole, doesn’t even try to help. He just watches, completely entertained, as Rook practically shoves me out of the way and drops to his knees in front of the carrier.“Holy shit,” Rook breathes, hands already fumbling with the straps. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing him home today!”“That’s because I couldn’t get hold of you!” I glare, rubbing my shoulder where I slammed into the doorframe. “Maybe if you weren’t busy building a fucking pillow kingdom, you would’ve answered your damn phone.”Rook doesn’t even pretend to listen. He’s too focused on carefully unfastening the baby, his hands surprisingly gentle despite his excitement. As soon as the last strap is undone, he lifts him out, cradling him against his chest with a soft look that immediately makes my frustration waver.Damon, still standing off to the side, crosses his
Kade POV7 Months later.The glow of the computer screen casts a cold light over the office, the only illumination in the dim room. I lean back in my chair, scrolling slowly, staring at the latest set of pictures.Amelia, standing in the dirt streets of some place I’ve never been, her veil caught in the wind, the sleeves of her habit rolled just enough to keep them from dragging in the dust as she hands out supplies to a line of waiting children. A small boy is tugging at the edge of her simple gray tunic, looking up at her like she’s some kind of angel. And she...she’s smiling. That soft, peaceful kind of smile I haven’t seen in years. The kind that makes it seem like she’s found something better than what we had, better than me.I exhale slowly, jaw tight as I move to the next image.This one is blurrier, probably taken by some reporter who didn’t care enough to focus the camera. She&r
Rook POVThe hardest part of yesterday was Amelia. While she was gone he could tell himself stories, make himself feel better. The fact is, when he saw her, he then felt it. He realised what he had tried to pretend wasn't there.He was brooding for the rest of the d
Rook POVThe last few days have been good. Kade has barely worked, giving himself real time to heal. I’ve purposely gone to train, making sure he has time alone with Harlow.He needs it. So every now and then, I fake that I have to train and head to the rink.
Kade POVRook walks beside me, his hands are shoved in his pockets, and he has that smug little smirk still on his face. “You really thought they wouldn’t bring up our marriage?” he teases.I huff. “I don’t know why they care so much. It’s not lik
Rook POVFacing her, I decide to ease into it. “So, I spoke to Daddy Mercer,” I say, watching as her eyes light up instantly.“Is he having fun with Aunt Amelia?” she asks, tilting her head.“He was,” I say, dragging out the word before shaking my head like I’m disap












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