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Chapter 74 — Small Talk, Loud Silence
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2026-10-13 14:52:45
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POV: DaisyI stared at that text until the screen went dark, and I did not answer it. Instead, I did what I had promised myself: I made a plan. Strictly professional, emotionally distant, and other adults close by, every single time. I rehearsed it the way I had rehearsed every polite line before, until the walkthrough stopped feeling like a threat and started feeling like a task on a list.I stepped through the front doors of Maple Grove Elementary, my boots clicking against the polished linoleum floor. My pulse sped up, but I forced my shoulders back. I had my strategy mapped out down to the last detail. In my left hand, I clutched a simple clipboard holding my papers. In my right hand, I held a pen.When Jace Kingston arrived in the hallway in his crisp shirt, the other teachers near the office immediately stopped talking. I didn't look up from my paperwork. I measured the distance with my eyes, making sure there was a wide, careful stretch of empty space between us."Good morning,
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 86 — Unsaved Number
POV: DaisyI had rehearsed for this. In front of the mirror I had practiced the polite smile, the spot on the wall above his left shoulder, and the inventory sheets I would hand him like a stranger. I had even turned down Emma's offer to take my place, certain I could keep my distance. But Jace Kingston stepped out of that black SUV and looked straight up at my classroom window, and every line I had practiced came apart the moment he closed my classroom door. Then the fire alarm went off, and the closet swallowed what was left of my plan.The fluorescent lights of the classroom poured through the open supply closet door, blinding me for a second. Principal Hayes stood just outside the closet, her voice cutting over the fading wail of the fire alarm."Miss Bennett? There you are. The safety team needs the room cleared immediately!"I didn't wait for Jace. I ducked past his shoulder, keeping my head low so the principal wouldn't see the sudden, hot blush of embarrassment burning across
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 85 — False Alarm
POV: JaceRichard didn't press me for a better answer. He only watched me walk out, as if he already knew what I refused to say out loud. His question followed me out of the Kingston Global Foundation office and stayed with me through a sleepless night and the long day that followed: You found something there, didn't you? It tangled up with the boy's wide, curious eyes and the old cardboard box sitting on my bed.By the next dawn, I stopped pretending this was about equipment and flyers. I left my truck parked in the garage and took one of the black Kingston Global Foundation SUVs instead, tossing my duffel bag into the back seat. I pulled out of Silver Heights before the morning traffic started, making the quiet drive across town toward Willow Creek. If I was going to see Daisy, I would do it alone.The school hallway was dead quiet when I walked through the front doors. I kept my duffel bag slung over one shoulder, my boots clicking softly against the polished linoleum floor. Outsid
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 84 — Good Morning, Mr. Kingston
POV: DaisyThe rest of the school day crawled by in a blur of noisy students, scattered paintbrushes, and ticking clock hands. When the afternoon dismissal bell finally rang, the hallways filled with the loud chatter of running children, and the building grew quiet again. I packed my grading folder into my tote bag, locked my classroom door, and walked quickly down the street toward the preschool.Oliver was waiting near the cubbies with his small backpack zipped up, chatting happily with a classmate. When he saw me, his face lit up, and he ran over, grabbing my hand as we waved goodbye to his teacher and stepped back out onto the sidewalk."Mom! Mom, can we get juice? And can we go to the big park with the red slide?" Oliver asked, tugging on my hand and looking up at me with wide, excited eyes as we walked."Not today, buddy," I answered gently, squeezing his small hand. "We need to head straight home to make dinner with Grandpa.""Can we make mac and cheese?" Oliver cheered, skippi
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 83 — Professional Distance
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The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 82 — What Richard Saw
POV: JaceThe promotional spot at Frost Arena was a blur of bright lights, makeup brushes, and rehearsed smiles. I said what the network crew needed me to say, hit every mark, and gave my mother nothing to complain about, but none of it reached me. Ethan's voice kept cutting through the noise: the scholarship revocation pre-loaded before the disciplinary committee ever met, the authorization stamp that matched no terminal in the campus financial aid office, and whatever he had stopped himself from saying out loud. Beneath all of it, steady as a pulse, sat the recurring monthly program at Maple Grove, and the little boy who shared my eyes.By the time the lights went down, I had stopped arguing with myself. I was going back to that school, and I was not going to leave it to the PR team. I did not go home.I drove straight to the Kingston Global Foundation office and pushed open the door to find my father.I paced across the floor in the office, my boots thudding a fast rhythm. My finge
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