All Chapters of Her Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Talia's POV. “Wipe your tears, Talia. You've been crying like a little girl all day.” My mother patted my hair. “Come on, you are better than this. Whatever Maxton did to you is probably a prank gone wrong or… I don't know. You should understand boys and their definition of fun.” I couldn't stop myself from crying. Worse, I couldn't let out how I felt, why it hurts so much. “He's a jerk, Mom. I shouldn't have trusted him,” She stroked my hair and nodded along with me. “Yes, boys are the same. He's a mile away from being refined into a gentleman but he'll get there soon and treat like a brother is supposed to.” She paused for a second and pulled me by my chin with her index finger. “I have to say, I'm pretty curious. What did he do to make you tear up so bad? It's certainly not about the game they have coming, right?” I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as I looked away. “It's nothing Mom. I just hate him,” I mumbled. “Talia, honey. Look at me,” she smiled. I looked at her but

Maxton's POV. “Fuck!” Johnny spat out, stomping his feet on the floor. “You should have let me knock his teeth out,” he growled at me. “What good is that gonna be?” I asked, my shoulders slouched inwards. “Speak for yourself.” He waved his hands and his nostrils flared up. “If I had had a chance to knock his teeth out, the security wouldn't have dared to speak bad on my name.” We walked to our car as Johnny continued mumbling in anger. We stopped at where I parked my car roughly and I heaved a heavy sigh, my eyes fixed at Johnny. His fingers twitched and his feet tapped impatiently on the floor but he was calm now. With a deep breath and a sorry look, I mouthed. “Hey, thanks. And I'm sorry I had to get you involved in my mess,” He straightened his posture and snapped his fingers with a warm look. “It's no big deal at all. You have a lot to worry about. You know, Bambi and her fucking act,” I clenched my fist as soon as he mentioned her name. It was almost a blur to me when Bam

Talia's POV. I woke up with a heavy pain in my chest. I had cried all night and my eyes were pretty sore. I couldn't even open them quite right. My vision was hazy. I rose up with a loud yawn, stretching my muscles and shutting my eyes for a second. Just as I tried to sit up on my bed, the memories came flooding in. Yeah, I remembered the pain, the heartbreak, the tears. The way Maxton left, the sound of the door and the minutes I spent crying. I was broken. I never thought it would have to end this way. I never thought Bambi would come back and swipe him away from me like I never had him. What was I thinking anyway? It was a secret, there wasn't anything that could make it work. It wasn't going to last even if I wanted something out of it. It was doomed from the beginning. As I stood up on my feet, staggering back as I felt nauseous all of a sudden. I rushed to the bathroom throwing up until my guts felt like forcing its way out of my mouth. I sat on the floor, weak and br

Talia's POV. “What's wrong with her?” “She looks like she's seen a ghost,”“Maybe somebody gotta get her a medic or something,” These were some of the whispers I could hear as I stood rooted to the spot I was. It could have been my eyes, it could have been my trembling knees, but the coach suddenly furrowed his brows in concern, his eyes looking down on me. “Talia,” his voice softened. “Is there a problem? Did you hurt yourself skating?” He asked. I hadn't skated in three days, but I felt like an injury would have been better than the pain I felt in my heart. “Are you okay?” Johnny's voice echoed in the air. Great! The moment my mother decided to keep shut about my pregnancy, I couldn't help but be nothing but an attention seeking bitch. Sulking wasn't going to make me feel any better. “No one must know,” the words lingered in my ears. I darted my ears at Maxton, my teeth clenching in anger. He was the reason for this. I was also fit to blame, but I couldn't stand his brazen

Maxton's POV. She was the first person I laid eyes upon as I walked in, my chest tight and heavy from running almost an hour without stopping. She sat in the rink, her hair partially covering her face but I could easily guess she was troubled. Worried. Maybe in tears. Deej wouldn't have sat on the floor if it wasn't something serious, I told myself. She wouldn't have placed both hands on her shoulders and jerked as soon as we came flooding in. My fingers twitched and my feet followed promptly, but as I raised her head, glancing in my direction, I stopped faking an interest in the patterns of the ceiling. “It's weird, bro. At least pretend to make a call or something,” O'Neil brushed past me, his eyes fixed on Deej and Talia. He picked up a sock that had randomly appeared there and tossed it into the air. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I mouthed, my tone firm and brusqueHe jerked to a stop, his eyes trailing back to me. “We literally have one more game to play as a te