All Chapters of LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Maya's POV The silence in the police station hallway felt like it was crushing my lungs. Everyone stared at me, waiting for the decision that would change everything forever. My father's green eyes, so much like my own, watched me with the calm patience of a man who always got what he wanted. Jaxon gripped the bars of my cell, his knuckles white with tension, while Ronan stood rigid nearby, his professor mask finally cracking to show the fear underneath. Five minutes. That's all the time Marcus Blackwood had given me to decide my entire future. "Maya," Jaxon whispered, his voice breaking. "Whatever you choose, I'll understand." But that was the problem - I didn't want him to understand. I didn't want him to be noble about this. I wanted him to fight for me, to demand that we find another way, to refuse to let anyone take me away from him. The fact that he was being so selfless only made this harder. "The clock is ticking, my dear," Marcus said gently, but I caught the steel under

Maya's POV The silver light faded, leaving me standing in the middle of the Blackstone University quad at 3 AM. The campus was eerily quiet, with only the distant hum of security lights and the occasional rustle of wind through the trees. My heart pounded as I realized what I'd just done - I'd teleported myself out of a locked police station using powers I didn't even know I had. But I wasn't running away. Not anymore. I pulled out my phone, surprised it had survived whatever had just happened to me, and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for. Sarah Chen from the campus newspaper had been trying to interview me for weeks about the "drama" surrounding my relationships with Jaxon and Professor Ronan. Time to give her a story she'd never forget. "Sarah? It's Maya Brooks. I know it's late, but I have something you need to hear. Something that's going to change everything." Thirty minutes later, I sat across from Sarah in the 24-hour coffee shop near c

Maya's POVForty-eight hours after my exposé went viral, I sat in a cheap motel room twenty miles from campus, watching my world burn on every news channel. My laptop screen showed the chaos I'd unleashed: protesters outside Blackstone University demanding answers, news vans lining the streets, and reporters shoving microphones in the faces of anyone connected to the scandal.The worst part was seeing the collateral damage. Professor Ronan's face filled the screen as a reporter ambushed him outside his apartment. He looked exhausted, older somehow, with deep circles under his eyes and a haunted expression I'd never seen before."Professor Whitmore, is it true you engaged in an inappropriate relationship with student Maya Brooks?" the reporter demanded.Ronan stopped walking, his jaw clenched. "No comment.""The university has placed you on administrative leave pending investigation. How do you respond to allegations that you abused your position of authority?""I said no comment." Ron

Maya's POVI pressed my face against the small window of my dorm room, peering down at the chaos below. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since my exposé went viral, and the circus outside my building showed no signs of stopping.News vans lined the street like a military convoy. Reporters clutched their coffee cups and microphones, their camera crews ready to pounce the moment I showed my face. A few had camping chairs set up, as if they were waiting for concert tickets instead of stalking a college student."Maya Chen took down a billion-dollar conspiracy," I heard one reporter practice with her camera. "The question everyone's asking is: who is this twenty-one-year-old student, and how did she manage to expose corruption that reached the highest levels of academia and business?"I let the curtain fall back into place and sank onto my bed. My phone lay silent on the nightstand, I'd stopped answering calls from unknown numbers days ago. The voicemails piled up anyway. CNN, Fox New

Ronan's POVThe espresso machine hissed and steamed as I pulled another shot, the familiar sound doing nothing to calm my nerves. Three weeks of working at Brew & Bean, and I still felt like an imposter behind the counter. Students who used to hang on my every word in lecture halls now barely glanced at me as they ordered their lattes."Professor Ronan?" A sophomore from my Advanced Healing Theory class stared at me with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?""Making your coffee," I said simply, forcing a smile. "Grande caramel macchiato, extra foam?"She nodded mutely, clearly uncomfortable. Word had spread quickly that the disgraced professor was working at the campus coffee shop. Some students avoided the place entirely now. Others came specifically to gawk at my fall from grace.I didn't care. This job kept me close to campus, close to Maya. That was all that mattered.Through the large windows facing the quad, I could see the aftermath of yesterday's rally. Maintenance crews were