Semua Bab LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Maya's POVI was rushing across the main quad, my arms full of textbooks and my mind focused on getting to my Advanced Herbalism class without being spotted by any lurking reporters, when I saw him. Prince Ashen Whitmore.The books tumbled from my arms, scattering across the concrete pathway as my entire world tilted sideways. He was standing near the fountain, talking to some freshman who was clearly starstruck by his presence. But he looked... different. Gone was the perfectly styled hair and the arrogant smirk that had once made my teenage heart flutter. His dark hair was longer, less polished, and there was something in his posture that seemed almost humble.Then he turned, and our eyes met across thirty feet of campus quad.The air left my lungs in a rush. Twenty-four years old, and I was suddenly eighteen again, standing in that dorm room doorway watching him with Lyra, hearing their cruel laughter as they mocked everything I'd thought was real between us."Maya." My name on his

Jaxon's POV I'd been trying to focus on the transmission rebuild in front of me for the past hour, but my hands kept shaking with barely controlled rage.Prince Ashen Whitmore was back.I'd heard the whispers around campus, seen the social media posts, watched the shaky phone videos of him and Maya talking by the fountain. The same bastard who had destroyed her so completely that she'd run straight into my arms that night at the bar was now playing the reformed hero."Bullshit," I muttered, wiping my greasy hands on my coveralls.My phone buzzed with another notification. Another post about Maya and Ashen's "emotional reunion." Another comment speculates about whether the "disowned prince" could compete with the "real prince" for Maya's attention. I wanted to throw the damn thing across the garage.The bell above the door chimed, and my boss Tony walked in, shaking his head. "Cross, you're gonna wear a hole in that floor with all your pacing. What's got you so wound up?""Nothing," I

Ronan's POVI was grading papers in my new office in the Philosophy Department when my phone exploded with notifications. Video after video flooded my social media feeds, all tagged with variations of #MayaBlackwoodDrama and #PrincesFight. My stomach dropped as I clicked on the first one.There was Maya, standing frozen in the middle of the quad while Prince Ashen Whitmore knelt before her with roses like some medieval courtship ritual. And then Jaxon appeared, protective and furious, inserting himself between them like a guard dog defending his territory.I watched in horror as the situation escalated from tense confrontation to all-out brawl. The sound of fists hitting flesh came through my phone's speakers, mixed with the excited shouts of students treating the whole thing like entertainment. But it was Maya's face that destroyed me, the panic, the tears, the way she kept begging them to stop before finally fleeing the scene."Bloody hell," I muttered, running my hands through my h

Victoria's POVI adjusted my Hermès scarf and checked my reflection in my phone camera before walking into the upscale café off campus. Everything had to be perfect for this meeting. My blonde hair was styled in effortless waves, my makeup was flawless but natural-looking, and my designer outfit screamed wealth and sophistication, everything Maya Blackwood would never be.The photos from last night's chapel incident were already spreading like wildfire across social media. Maya and Professor Blackthorne caught in a passionate embrace, confirming what everyone already suspected about their inappropriate relationship. It was almost too easy.But I needed more than just another scandal. I needed Maya completely destroyed, her reputation so thoroughly ruined that no man, especially not Ronan, would ever want her again. And Prince Ashen Whitmore was going to help me do it, whether he knew it or not.I spotted him at a corner table, looking brooding and handsome despite the bruises from his

Ashen's POVI found Maya exactly where I knew she'd be – the old oak tree behind the library where she used to hide during our relationship whenever she needed space to think. Some things never changed, even after everything we'd been through.She was curled up against the trunk with her laptop balanced on her knees, probably working on an assignment. Her dark hair fell in waves around her face, and she looked smaller somehow, more fragile than the confident woman I remembered. The constant media attention and public scrutiny had taken their toll.When she heard my footsteps on the fallen leaves, she looked up with wariness in her eyes. "Ashen. What are you doing here?""We need to talk," I said, staying a respectful distance away. The bruises from my fight with Jaxon were still visible on my face, and I saw her eyes flick to them with what might have been concern. "It's important, Maya. It's about Victoria Sterling."Her expression hardened. "If you're here to tell me she's been spre