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Chapter 4 : Exposed
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2026-06-19 05:16:22"You sent it?" My voice came out wrong. Too high. "Are you insane?"
Lucian set the tablet down like I had asked about the weather. "No."
"You just destroyed your careers. On purpose." I looked at all three of them. "Do you understand what an internal investigation means? They will pull every record, every access log, every security badge swipe. My name is on a mascot contract. They will find me in twenty minutes."
Nobody answered.
And when they find me, I am not just fired. I am the woman who slept with the head coach and two of his players. Every outlet that blacklisted me in Ohio will have a reason to bury me permanently. No editor touches a journalist wrapped in a scandal like this. I have no lawyer. I have no savings. I have nothing.
The panic cracked open something cold in my chest.
I grabbed my bag off the floor and walked straight for the door.
Gavin was already there.
He didn't grab me. He didn't have to. He just stood in front of the door with his arms crossed, six foot four of immovable tattooed wall, and looked down at me like he had all night.
"Move," I said.
"No."
"Gavin. I am asking you to move."
"I heard you."
I turned back to the room. Zane was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, watching me with that focused, unreadable look he got when a play was developing on the ice.
"Let me explain something," he said. He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me slowly. "We didn't make a mistake tonight. We made a move."
"A move that ends your contracts."
"We have four years of salary banked each. Gavin has endorsement deals that pay more than the team does." He stopped a foot away. "Lucian owns the building we are standing in. We are not afraid of losing the contracts."
"I am afraid," I said. "I don't have four years of salary banked. I have two hundred and twelve dollars in my checking account and a press credential that is three months from expiring. I cannot fight a PR crisis. I cannot fight lawyers. This story was supposed to fix all of that."
"Then let us fix it," Zane said.
"That is not how this works."
"It is now."
I stared at him. The terrifying part was that he meant every word. This wasn't impulsive. They hadn't panicked tonight. They had executed.
They burned their own careers down with a controlled match, not an accident. That level of planning means they decided this before the sidewalk. Maybe before tonight.
The thought made the room feel smaller.
Lucian's phone rang.
The sound was sharp and loud in the silence. He looked at the screen, then looked at me.
He answered it on speaker.
"Voss." The voice on the other end was loud enough that I took a step back. "Do you want to tell me what I am looking at right now? Because I have league counsel on the other line and a board member calling my personal number at eleven at night."
Gerald Park. The Fury's General Manager. I had seen him twice from across the arena and never wanted to be closer.
"Gerald," Lucian said. His voice was completely calm.
"You are suspended, pending investigation. You, Steele, and Cole. All three of you. I want you in this stadium at eight in the morning and I want an explanation that makes sense." A pause, then tighter, angrier: "And I want to know who the girl is. The league is already asking."
Lucian looked at me.
Those gray eyes moved over my face slowly, like he was confirming something he had already decided weeks ago.
"She is not just a girl," he said.
"Excuse me?"
"Her name is Malia Fonoti." His voice didn't waver by a single syllable. "She is my fiancée. Gavin's fiancée. Zane's fiancée."
The line went completely silent.
I stopped breathing.
"And Gerald," Lucian continued, still watching me, "we will be bringing her to the meeting tomorrow morning."
He ended the call.
The penthouse was absolutely silent.
I stood in the middle of Lucian Voss's living room with my bag on my shoulder and my heart slamming against my ribs, staring at a man who had just announced me as his fiancée to the most powerful figure in Miami hockey.
Without asking.
Without warning.
Without blinking.
"You just," I started. Then stopped. Then started again. "I am not your fiancée."
Lucian slid his phone into his pocket.
"You will be," he said.
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