LOGINRONAN'S POV My publicist and the manager stared at me for a long moment, looking for any sign of a crack. When they thankfully found nothing, they grunted and sighed.“Whatever. That picture must not get out of this tight bubble. We need to tighten this shit up immediately. If this leaks to the press, it blows up everything.”“I'm already on it,” Dani replied, pulling her tablet out of her bag and tapping furiously against the screen. “We need to trace the source, but before that we must do something so we get ahead of it.”“Just for the record,” I said quietly, pushing off the counter. “I'm not doing a PR relationship, if that's what you're thinking.”Dani paused mid-tap and blinked at me. “Why not?”I shrugged, eyeing them individually before narrowing my eyes. “I'm not cut out for living a fake life. I can't fake a relationship, no matter what the management wants.”“That's fine for now," James and Dani responded in near-unison, cutting me off before I could launch into a full def
RONAN'S POV I was halfway down the stairs, still dressed in a loose t-shirt and sweats, when the sound of the doorbell echoed through my penthouse. First Theo, and now this. Why was everyone visiting me today?Suppressing a groan as I pushed the button to open the private elevator door, I eyed the man and woman standing in there.“I hope there's a really good reason for this surprising visit,” I muttered, turning and marching back into the living area and then the kitchen, my hands flying up in exasperation when I noticed they were following me.“Do you people not know how to use cellphones anymore? And the front door guy downstairs couldn't even ring up to let me know I had visitors,” I sighed, still feeling the irritation curdling in my chest. “I'll have to have a word with him soon about this. One day he might send an assassin up here.”Dani Okafor snorted as she marched straight past the kitchen island, followed closely by my manager, James, who for some reason, suddenly looked
RONAN'S POVMy phone had been buzzing against the nightstand for the last twenty minutes. And it was relentless, whoever was calling clearly had zero calling etiquettes.I had stayed up all night playing the game with friends online up until early morning. And finally, after responding to Luca's surprise texts, exhaustion had dragged me under.Now, whoever was on the other end of that phone was making sure sleep was entirely out of the question for me and it was pissing me off.With a low, irritated groan, I reached out blindly from beneath the duvet, snatched the phone off the wood, and toggled the side switch straight to silent. I dropped my head back onto the feather pillow, letting out a heavy breath as the room finally sank back into blessed silence.A few minutes later,just as I felt myself slipping into a deep state of unconsciousness, the silence was shattered again and it felt like I was being forcefully pulled up from the most comfortable, softest cushion ever.This time, it
LUCA'S POV “Almost everything,” she said around the bite. “And I don't understand why you're provoking that devil's incarnate further instead of listening to what they want.”I let out a harsh, humorless scoff, running my left hand through my hair. “I'm not going to let them scare me into their nonsense.”“But it seems like you're already scared,” Janine pointed out, her dark eyes pinning me in place with an authority no general manager or team owner could ever replicate. “What's the blackmail about, dear?”I shook my head, stepping around the island to press a soft kiss to her silver-streaked temple, deliberately ignoring the question. “Don't worry about it, Janine. I'll handle it.”“If you say so,” she shrugged, picking up the last piece of bacon and popping it into her mouth. “Can you also handle that shoulder properly?” she asked, her voice trailing after me as I began walking out of the kitchen.“I'm fine, Janine.”“Just go to the doctor's already and stop managing it like a st
LUCA'S POVThe sunnyside-up eggs on my plate were cooling, the golden, slightly runny yolks staring back at me like two eyes while the crisp edges of the bacon looked almost too good in the thin film of butter. “Thank you, Janine,” I murmured pleasantly. I felt really good that morning, and I hoped it would last all day.I sliced through a piece of toast, listening to the quiet, muted hum of the morning news playing softly on the built-in kitchen display across the room. Most athletes aren't morning people, but I liked to consider myself as one. This was my favourite part of each day. It was supposed to be my moment of peace, thirty minutes to one hour of pure peace before everyone and everything around me began to demand that I become Luca Devereaux, Captain of the Chicago Phantoms, the unshakeable, perfect face of professional hockey.My phone vibrated against the marble island. I paused, chewing slowly on a piece of bacon as I stared at the strange number.Usually, I never answe
SIENNA'S POV “So you are really dating the hockey guy?”Dolvin’s voice cut through the low, comforting hum of the lounge, her fork hovering halfway to a slice of truffle flatbread. Across the banquette, the rest of our small circle leaned in, glasses clinking against the marble table as they waited for confirmation of the rumor that had been dominating our group chat for forty-eight hours.“Yes,” I replied, offering a smooth, convincing smile that didn't reach my eyes quite enough to look defensive, but held enough warmth to sell it entirely. “I am. The rumours are true ladies, this girl right here has finally found love.”Around the table, a chorus of delighted gasps and low whistles went up. We were a core of four friends, tight-knit since college, though life and careers had stretched us thin over the years. Dolvin and I had always been the closest, while Sarah and Layla seemed to click more.Right now, both of them sat across from us, each holding very different facial expressi







