บททั้งหมดของ Her Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Talia's POV. I suddenly developed cold feet, chills crawling down my spine as Chris stood before us, brimming hot with anger but pretending not to show it. My fingers twitched and I blew a mouthful of air, looking sideways to avoid his stare. “What? You got nothing to say to me? Literally nothing?” He questioned, clenching his fists and leaning his waist forward. He dipped his hands into his pockets and brought out his phone. Scrolled through his screen, he clamped his right hand and cleared his throat. “Allow me to keep you up to date, girls. I discovered a lot yesterday and today” He glared at us. “Famous football captain…” “Chris,” I forced out, feeling the hurt in his voice. There was an emotion he tried to hide from us with an unapologetic look. We were his friends, we knew when he was hurt and this was certainly that time. “No, Talia, allow me to read it to you since we are all keeping secrets from each other.” He fired. “It's not what you think, Chris. It's…” Deej went s

Maxton's POV. Bambi was a freaking menace, a tumor that followed me around no matter where I went; deep or dark. She was obsessed and crazy at the same time. And seeing Talia storming off angrily, made me think back a few hours ago before the drama intensified. Bambi had messaged me earlier in the morning after weeks of thinking I had completely gotten rid of her in my life. Her message came as a shock, I stared at it in total silence for a long time. Then, I tried to block her number immediately but she followed up with three more texts; desperate and intense. “You are mine and mine alone. Forgive me for everything I did, I did it because I love you. And nothing can change it. We are soulmate, remember” “Honestly, I hated how everything went down in New York. I crossed a line and now I have realized my mistake. I want you,” “Maxton, let's meet at the library. We have so many memories there, I'll let you do whatever you want with me.” I felt nothing but disgust reading those t

Maxton's POV. Her eyes narrowed at me, my breath hitching as she moved closer to me. “Maxton,” she called out. “What?” I replied after a brief pause. Her eyes squinted in silence as we stood inches away from each other, the air looming tense and thick. “You know what? It ain't my business, you have your life and I have mine, right?” She smiled, but we both knew it was fake. “Yeah, it's not even important,” I crumpled the paper in my hands, making sure it was three times smaller than its size. She left without insisting on seeing the paper and I heaved a sigh of relief. It would have been an uproar if she found out Bambi wrote that for me. Talia was always quiet, calm and kind, but seeing her fight with Bambi was a side I never thought she had. She was ruthless. And there was something lethal about her stare. It made me tingle. We got to my car and she fastened her seat belt, lolling her head against the window. The aftermath of her fight had begun to hit her. She was probabl

She pressed her lips together, looking away as I stared at her in disbelief. Her statement could only remind me of Mr Carter's threat earlier. I felt the cold chills run down my spine, the jitters sending me into a flux of goosebumps. “You are always so dramatic, Talia,” she suddenly sighed. “There is nothing about this event that will take away your dignity, you don't have to make me seem like the bad guy everytime,” “The bad guy,” I quoted, rolling my eyes. “You've given me the answer I needed to know. I've heard you, I won't disappoint you so can I be left alone,” I glanced at the door, gesturing it was time she left. “That's all I wanted to hear from you,” she cracked a smile, leaping into motion. “I can't believe you're so tone-deaf,” I whispered, though barely audible, but enough to grab her attention.“Pardon me,” she raised her eyebrows. I bit hard on my lips as I tried to stop myself from lashing at her. “I said, have a goodnight,” I lied, my chest heavy with raw emoti

Maxton's POV. “My hockey bag is getting heavier by the day,” Johnny quipped, sending my team into a chaos of loud laughter. “Maybe you should check it, I heard O'Neil is into rocks. He might have some of his rocks in your bag.” We all turned to stare at O'Neil, a member of our hockey team. He was always calm, calculative…and spiteful. Hence, the reason he was always a target of these jokes. He appeared lost in thought, but as he noticed that we all turned to face him, he raised his head up, curling his brow in curiosity. “What's wrong?” He asked. “We heard you're keeping rocks in Johnny's bag,” one of them echoed. They burst out laughing and Johnny shook his head, realizing that the guys had lost the context of his joke. Before O'Neil could bite back a reply, our coach walked in, a large whistle hanging on his neck. I sprung up quickly, my head raised high, and shoulders squared up as if we were in the military. “We have a match right up our noses and you think making jokes is