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Chapter 37 — A Heartbreaking Stride
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2026-08-21 18:20:14
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The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 108 — Being Handled
POV: Daisy"Then you know my name is about to be in every one of those stories," I said, the words tumbling out faster than I meant them to. "Reporters are already calling the school. The principal said you told her you'd handle it, but I need to know how.""The Kingston Global Foundation is handling it," the voice said. "Please don't speak to any member of the press. Direct all inquiries to us.""Handle it *how*?""I'm afraid I can't discuss specifics. Rest assured, it's being handled."The line clicked and went quiet.I stood in the empty classroom, holding the silent phone against my ear. It had the polished, finished sound of a sentence written for someone else long before I called. Everyone kept telling me it was being handled. Not one of them would tell me by whom, or how.****By lunch, my second-graders had left a gray haze of charcoal dust over every table, and I had barely heard a word that anyone said to me.I hurried down to the teachers' lounge and shut the door. The room
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 107 — Something's Coming
POV: DaisyThe headline stared up at me from the glowing screen like a warning sign.KINGSTON HEIR'S SECRET SCHOOLTEACHER — WHO IS SHE?My thumb pressed down on the screen, but the words did not disappear. My anxiety spiked, making the everyday noises of the street feel overwhelmingly loud and intense. A school bus rolled past, its tires hissing against the damp asphalt, and a group of children laughed near the entrance of Maple Grove Elementary. None of them knew. None of them cared about the headlines or the billionaire hockey empire that stretched its long shadow all the way into our quiet neighborhood.I shoved the phone deep into the pocket of my coat. My hand clenched into a fist inside the pocket. My pulse pounded hard and fast in my ears.I walked up the steps of the school and pushed through the doors. The familiar smell of floor wax, old paper, and crayons greeted me, but it offered no comfort today. The air inside felt thin, starved of oxygen.Principal Hayes stood near the
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 106 — Who Is She?
POV: DaisyThe question hung in the air."What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely audible."I mean, forget about Victoria Kingston for a second," Emma said, her voice calm and grounded. "Forget about the news reporters, the hockey fans, the scholarship scandal, and the lawyers. Forget about the wall you built. If you take away the fear of getting hurt again... what do you want, Daisy? Do you want him in Oliver's life? Do you want him in your life? Or do you just want him to go away forever?"I opened my mouth to give her the safe answer. I opened my mouth to say that I wanted Jace to stay far away from us, that I wanted him to take his Kingston Global Foundation money and his hockey career and leave Willow Creek for good. That was the answer that kept Oliver safe. That was the answer that kept Dad from stressing himself over my troubles.But the words stuck in my throat.I thought about the way Jace had crouched down behind the gym bleachers to look at Oliver's wooden stick. I tho
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 105 —UNDERNEATH THE FEAR
POV: DaisyThe sound of Jace's footsteps fading away from the concrete step felt strange and unreal.I leaned my back hard against the door, my legs trembling slightly as I tried to steady myself. The cool air from the step chilled my arms through the thin cotton of my shirt, and my chest felt tight and hot. My lips were still tingling from his kiss. They felt warm and unsteady, branded by a man I had spent half a decade trying to forget.Across the room, the apartment was quiet. A faint beam of light from the pilot light of the stove reached across the linoleum floor and touched the base of the hallway wall. Dad had already taken Oliver back to bed. Oliver's bedroom door was closed, a thin line of light glowing beneath it, and the only other sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator in the corner.Everything was normal. Everything in this room was safe, quiet, and ordinary.Except for me.I dragged my hand up over my face, pressing my palms against my warm cheeks to cool my skin. My
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 104 — YOU NEED TO GO
POV: JaceI never answered her text. We need boundaries. I read it until the words stopped looking like words, and for days I let her have the wall she had asked for, telling myself it was the only decent thing left to give her.Then her second message came. Did you ask for me specifically? Tell me the truth. I started to answer her. I deleted every version. I stood through a charity gala with Madison Sinclair at my elbow, smiling for cameras, with the only thing in my head the question I had left unanswered.By the next evening, the news had turned Daisy into an unnamed schoolteacher and me into a headline. I got her address from the Kingston Global Foundation office, drove straight from Frost Arena, and sent the only words I could think of: I'm outside. She opened the door and told me, word by word, exactly what I had done to her, and every word landed. I did not argue. Maybe I was every bad thing that had ever happened to her.Then a small voice called out from inside the apartment
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 103 — Tell Me I'm Wrong
POV: Daisy"Get away from my door," I said instantly, my voice sharp and flat, holding the door tightly against my shoulder so he could not see past me into the apartment.Jace did not move. He did not step back, but he did not try to push the door open either. He just stood there, looking at me, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. "I saw the news," he said quietly. "I knew you'd see it. I drove straight here from Frost Arena.""I don't care where you drove from, Jace," I snapped, my fingers gripping the edge of the door frame. "You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't even know where I live.""I asked the Kingston Global Foundation office for your address this afternoon," he admitted, his voice dropping even lower. He took half a step forward, raising one hand as if to reach for the door, but stopped himself before his fingers touched the paint. "I had to see you. You sent me a text last night, Daisy. You asked me a question.""And you ignored it," I said, my teeth clen
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