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Chapter 97 — Boundaries
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2026-11-10 15:33:51
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The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 99 — Delivered
POV: DaisyThe morning passed in a blur. I guided my second-graders through a drawing lesson, handed out paper and pencils, and answered questions, but my mind was miles away. Every time I looked toward the doorway, my stomach tightened with the sudden, nervous fear that he might walk in again.When the final bell rang and the last student hurried out the door to catch the buses, I finally packed my tote bag in silence. I walked down the street to the preschool to pick up Oliver, holding his small, warm hand tightly as we walked home through the crisp autumn air.Oliver chattered the whole way home, kicking leaves off the sidewalk with the toes of his sneakers."Mom, look!" Oliver shouted, pointing at an empty soda can lying near the curb. "I can kick it all the way to the corner!""Keep your eyes on the sidewalk, sweetie," I said softly. My voice sounded distant, even to myself."Grandpa said he's gonna take me to the park tomorrow," Oliver said, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Can
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 98 — Written Into the Contract
POV: DaisyI do not remember most of the drive home. I remember the wipers fighting the heavy rain, the hot air roaring from the heater, and Jace standing alone in the empty parking lot. He was soaking wet, watching my taillights until they vanished into the night.Halfway home, my phone lit up. An unsaved number flashed on the screen. I did not need a name to know who it was. I let it ring until the screen turned black.The apartment was quiet. Dad was already asleep. Oliver was asleep too, one small hand tucked neatly under his cheek. I stood in the doorway of his bedroom, still dripping wet, and looked at my son. I reminded myself what I had almost thrown away for a few reckless minutes in a rainy parking lot.I managed a few hours of uneasy rest before the alarm chimed. Before I even stood up, I picked up my phone, typed a few cold words, and sent them before I could soften them: We need boundaries. Then I dragged myself out of bed and walked down the hall to wake Oliver. He rubbe
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 97 — Boundaries
POV: JaceMadison's warning followed me out of that ballroom and into every quiet hour that came after it. I kept showing up at Maple Grove, telling myself it was for the program. One night, unable to sleep, I typed a short message to Daisy at midnight, Are you awake? Can we talk?, and watched the screen until it went dark. She never answered. I should have taken the hint. Instead, on the night of the next event, when a storm broke over the city and I saw her step out into it alone, I didn't stop to think at all.My fingers locked around the steering wheel of my truck so hard the skin over my knuckles turned bone-white. Torrents of rain sheeted down the glass, and though the wipers battered back and forth at top speed, they couldn't sweep away the wet blur clouding my vision.My lips still burned. I could still taste the rain on her skin, still feel the desperate, frantic heat of her mouth against mine. Half a decade of cold rink lights, empty penthouses, and silent nights, and in a f
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 96 — In the Rain
POV: DaisyI never answered that text. I watched the glowing words until the screen went dark, then lay awake in the quiet until the first gray light touched the blinds, telling myself that silence was the strongest boundary I had left. It held through the days that followed, until the night of the next event, when a storm that had been building all day finally broke.The late-night Kingston Global Foundation event at Maple Grove Elementary ran hours past schedule. By the time the final paperwork was signed and I stepped out of the doors into the parking lot, the autumn wind was howling, and the rain was coming down in thick, blinding sheets. The dark asphalt glistened under the overhead lights, reflecting the blurred glow of the streetlamps. I pulled my coat tightly around myself, bracing for a freezing sprint to Dad's sedan, but footsteps splashed through the puddles right behind me."Wait," a voice called out over the roar of the storm.Before I could take another step, a dark jack
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 95 — Captain Jace Looks Sad Sometimes
POV: DaisyJace never came back upstairs. When I glanced out the classroom window later that afternoon, his truck was already pulling out of the school lot, taking with it the rest of that unfinished sentence. I got through the rest of the school day on autopilot, picked up Oliver from preschool, made dinner, and tucked him into bed. All the while, two sets of his words followed me from room to room: the ones he had said quietly in the dark parking lot after the late practice, I don't want it to stop, and the ones he hadn't finished in the hallway near the cubbies earlier today, Something I can't stop turning over, and I don't know how to—I was pulling the bed covers up around his shoulders when he spoke."Mom?"His small voice drifted up from the pillow in the dark room. Outside the window, the cold autumn wind rattled the thin glass and tossed dry maple branches against the outer wall."I'm right here, buddy," I whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress.Oliver lay curled
The Hockey billionaire's secret son Chapter 94 — Something's Off
POV: DaisyI never answered him. I told Jace to go back to his truck, clicked the buckle into place, and drove home with my hands tight on the wheel and his words riding in the back seat beside my sleeping son: *I don't want it to stop.* For days afterward, I told myself I hadn't heard them.By the time the next school visit rolled around, the air had turned bitter, carrying the scent of coming winter. The Kingston Global Foundation banner hung above the gymnasium stage, and the junior program was in full swing, with cones scattered across the floor, foam pucks sliding in every direction, and Maple Grove's second-graders mixed in with the preschool class that had walked over from down the street.I stood near the entrance, adjusting a stack of watercolor paper in my arms and trying to keep my breathing even. My eyes found Jace the instant he walked in.Something was off.He wore a wool coat over a sweater, but he didn't look like the man I had left in that parking lot. His shoulders w
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