LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Maya's POVI ran until my lungs burned and my legs gave out, collapsing on a bench outside the campus library. The night air was cold against my tear-stained cheeks, but I couldn't stop shaking. My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to escape, and every breath felt like I was drowning.The faces from the gala flashed through my mind, hundreds of eyes staring at me, phones recording my humiliation, whispers following me like poison in the air. Even Jaxon's beautiful speech defending me had felt like another spotlight, another moment where I was on display for everyone to judge.Breathe, I told myself. Just breathe.But I couldn't. The air wouldn't come. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision, and my hands were tingling like they'd gone numb. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognized what was happening – a panic attack, just like the ones I'd had when my wolf powers first emerged during that supernatural crisis that everyone said was just stress-induced halluci

Ronan's POVThe morning shift at Brew & Bean had been unusually quiet, giving me too much time to think about last night's disaster. Maya's face when she'd seen Victoria and I together outside the gala haunted me. The way she'd looked so small and lost, then how she'd fled when Jaxon tried to defend her in front of everyone.I'd barely slept, replaying the evening over and over. Victoria's subtle cruelty, the way she'd positioned herself as the perfect woman while systematically tearing Maya down, how I'd been too much of a coward to call her out in front of all those people."Ronan, you look terrible," Jake commented as he restocked the pastry case. "Rough night at the fancy party?""Something like that."The bell above the door chimed, and Victoria swept in like she owned the place. She wore a cream-colored cashmere sweater and pearls, looking like she'd stepped out of a magazine even at ten in the morning. Her smile was radiant as she approached the counter."Good morning, darling,

Maya's POVI was still in the medical center when Quinn burst through my door with her phone in her hand, her face flushed with excitement and concern."Maya, you need to see this," she said, practically bouncing on her feet. "Ronan just publicly declared his love for you at the coffee shop. It's everywhere."My heart jumped into my throat as she showed me the video. There was Ronan, facing down Victoria with a fury I'd never seen from him before, defending me in front of a crowd of filming students. His voice was clear and strong as he called me courageous, brilliant, the woman he loved."He loves me," I whispered, watching him tell Victoria exactly what he thought of her manipulation. "He really loves me.""Maya, he demolished her. Called out her entire campaign, exposed her connection to Marcus, told the world you're the bravest person he knows." Quinn was grinning. "Victoria looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock."I watched the video again, feeling warmth spread through my

Jaxon's POVThe fluorescent lights in the computer lab buzzed overhead as I stared at Maya's latest assignment grade. Another D+. For someone who used to pull straight A's before all this chaos started, it didn't make sense. Maya was brilliant, I'd seen her work. This wasn't about her abilities declining under pressure. This was sabotage.I'd been tracking patterns for two weeks now, ever since Quinn mentioned Maya's grades were mysteriously tanking across multiple subjects. What I found made my blood boil. Professor Martinez in Advanced Biology had marked her correct answers as wrong. Dr. Hendricks in Organic Chemistry had docked her points for "unclear handwriting" when her penmanship was perfectly legible. Professor Walsh in Statistical Analysis had claimed she'd submitted her paper late, despite the electronic timestamp proving otherwise."You look like you're about to punch that computer screen," Quinn said, sliding into the chair beside me."I might," I muttered, pulling up anot

Victoria's POVI smoothed my Chanel blazer as I walked across the marble lobby of the Sterling Foundation building, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Everything about this place screamed old money and power - from the crystal chandeliers to the oil paintings of long-dead philanthropists lining the walls. This was my world. This was where I belonged.Maya Brooks had no idea what she was up against."Miss Sterling," my father's secretary greeted me with a practiced smile. "Your father is waiting in the boardroom. The other donors should be arriving shortly."Perfect. I'd spent weeks orchestrating this meeting, carefully selecting which families to approach. The Whitmore Foundation, the Cross Industries board members who were still loyal despite Damien's recent troubles, the Blackwood Trust representatives, and of course, the university's largest donors. Each one had a vested interest in Blackstone University's reputation.And Maya Brooks was destroying that reputation.I ente