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Chapter 66 — The Morning Of
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2026-09-19 17:12:33
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POV: DaisyI opened the supply closet door and hurried out of the classroom. The room was empty; the Kingston group had already moved on. My phone shook in my hand, and Dad's panicked warning echoed in my ears—Oliver was heading straight toward the Kingston team. I shoved the phone into my cardigan pocket and ran, my shoes squeaking loudly against the hallway floor as I rushed toward the stairwell.I didn't care about the teachers staring at me, and I didn't care about school rules. My heart beat fast in my chest. Oliver was wandering alone somewhere in the school. If Jace saw him—if he looked at his face, his eyes, or his hair—everything I had built and protected would shatter.I ran down the stairs, breathing hard until my throat hurt. When I reached the ground floor, I pushed through the double doors and went straight into the school gymnasium.The gym was loud and chaotic, with plastic toys dropped everywhere. Dozens of students sat on the polished floor, shouting and laughing whi
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POV: DaisyJace's lips parted. I saw the question forming behind his eyes before it ever reached his mouth, and I knew with cold certainty that if he asked it, I would not be able to answer it with a lie.I let go of the edge of the table and stepped away, putting the work table between us as a barrier. I pressed my hand into a tight fist at my side, digging my nails into my palm just to keep my fingers from visibly shaking. At the far end of the room, the foundation reps' voices murmured on, oblivious to everything. Beyond the shelves of paint jars, the supply closet door waited—the only place in the room where I could put a door between us."Daisy," he began, his voice dropping so low that only I could hear. "Are you—""Mr. Kingston," I said, "if you'll excuse me, I need to check the extra supply bins in the supply closet."My voice did not shake. I forced every syllable to stay level, flat, and entirely professional.Jace did not answer right away. He stared at my face, his jaw tig
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POV: JaceThe SUV rolled to a smooth stop outside the brick entrance of Maple Grove Elementary School. Outside, the morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of dry autumn leaves, cold pavement, and city exhaust fumes. I stared through the tinted glass window at the small group of reporters and photographers gathered behind the security ropes."Remember the talking points, Jace," the PR director whispered from the front seat, tapping a folder against his knee. "Focus on youth programs, sports funding, and the Kingston Global Foundation's commitment to education. Keep it light. Smile for the cameras."I nodded once, though my chest felt tight and hollow. I had delivered this exact speech in city after city across the country. I knew every word by heart."Got it," I said, my voice flat and emotionless.I reached for the door handle and pushed it open.The moment my boots hit the pavement, a wall of white light exploded in my face. Camera flashes popped like firecrackers, sharp and blind
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POV: DaisyThe stairs felt longer than ever.I walked up slowly, one hand sliding along the cold metal railing. My paper cup of black coffee felt lukewarm in my other hand. Downstairs, the school buzzed with the noise of cameras and visiting donors. Upstairs, in the art room I had filled with children's watercolors, stood the one man I never wanted to see again.I stopped at the top of the stairs and pressed my back against the wall. I closed my eyes to shut out the sudden panic spinning in my head.*In slowly. Hold. Out slowly.*It was the same breathing trick I used whenever I needed to calm down before teaching a class. I could not let my hands shake. If my hands shook, he would notice. If he noticed, he would ask questions. And questions were the last thing I needed today.At least Oliver was safe at home with Dad and his puzzle pieces, far away from these halls. That thought was the only thing keeping me standing.I pulled the collar of my cardigan higher up my neck. Dad had been
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 66 — The Morning Of
POV: DaisyThe phone kept ringing, demanding an answer.I picked it up on the fourth ring, my thumb hovering before I finally swiped to accept. "Hello?"Silence answered back—not dead air, but the particular quiet of someone on the other end who hadn't hung up. I could hear the faint rasp of breathing, unhurried, like whoever it was had all the time in the world to wait me out."Who is this?" I said, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.The line clicked dead.I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen until it dimmed on its own. No missed-call name. No saved contact. Just a string of digits that meant nothing to me and a silence that meant everything.My fingers felt stiff and cold as I stood there in silence for a moment to steady myself before I moved.I checked on Oliver one more time—still curled on his side, still safe, still asleep—and forced myself into bed, knowing I needed every hour of rest to keep my hands steady for my second-graders in the morning. Sl
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