LOVING MR HOCKEY STAR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Maya's POV The Spring Festival was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a normal college event where students could forget about exams and drama for one afternoon. Food trucks lined the main quad, local bands played on a makeshift stage, and booths sold everything from handmade jewelry to club merchandise. I should have stayed in my room. But Quinn had begged me to come, insisting that hiding would only make things worse. "You can't let Victoria win by making you afraid to live your life," she'd said. So here I was, trying to blend into the crowd while wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap like some kind of celebrity in hiding. It was working for about twenty minutes. I managed to buy a coffee and a sandwich without anyone recognizing me, and found a quiet spot under a tree where I could watch the festivities without being the center of attention. For a brief, wonderful moment, I felt almost normal. Then I saw him. Ronan was walking across the quad with a group of faculty mem

Lyra's POVI stood outside Maya's dorm building for twenty minutes before I finally worked up the courage to go inside. My hands were shaking as I clutched the coffee and bag of her favorite chocolate chip cookies I'd brought as peace offerings, pathetic gestures that could never make up for what I'd done, but I had to start somewhere.The viral videos of Maya's breakdown at the Spring Festival had been playing on repeat in my mind for the past three days. Her desperate screams, her collapse, the way she'd begged everyone to just leave her alone. I'd watched it happen from across the quad, too much of a coward to intervene, and the guilt had been eating me alive ever since.I'd caused this. Not directly, maybe, but I'd set the first domino falling when I betrayed her with Ashen all those months ago. Everything that had happened to her since – the trust issues, the desperate need for connection that led her to Professor Blackthorne and Jaxon, the vulnerability that Victoria Sterling ha

Lyra's POV Maya looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "What?""I've been watching her campaign against you from the beginning. I know what she's been doing – the harassment, the manipulation, the way she's been systematically destroying your reputation. And I know she's planning something bigger.""How could you possibly know that?"I pulled out my phone and showed her a screenshot of a group chat I'd been added to months ago. "Victoria recruited me. She thought because of our history, because of what I did to you, that I'd be willing to help her finish the job."Maya stared at the messages on my screen, Victoria coordinating harassment campaigns, planning to release more damaging information, discussing ways to drive Maya to a complete breakdown."You've been in this chat this whole time?" Maya's voice was hollow. "You've been watching her plan my destruction and you said nothing?""I never participated," I said quickly. "I never contributed information or helped with any of her schem

Maya's POV "Look at this," Lyra said, pointing to a message from months ago. "This is from before you even met Professor Blackthorne."Victoria Sterling: The new scholarship girl is going to be a problem. She's exactly the type of broken bird that bleeding hearts like Ronan go for. Need to nip this in the bud before she gets her claws into him."She targeted me from day one," I said, feeling sick. "Before I'd even done anything wrong.""Victoria sees any attractive woman as competition," Lyra explained. "But you were special, you had the tragic backstory, the intelligence, the vulnerability that she knew would appeal to Ronan. She couldn't compete with that, so she decided to destroy it instead."I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache building. "How do we use this? Even if we expose her group chat, she'll just claim it was harmless gossip, not actual harassment.""That's where this comes in," Lyra said, pulling up a new folder on her laptop. "Financial records. She's been using her

Isabella's POV The room went quiet as the implications sank in. Maya stared at my laptop screen, processing what she was seeing."Why should we trust you?" she asked. "How do we know you won't just take our information and publish a story that destroys what's left of my privacy?"Fair question. I'd been expecting it."Because destroying you serves no purpose," I said honestly. "You're the victim here, not the villain. The real story isn't 'unstable students have breakdown’, its 'wealthy family uses university resources to systematically torment scholarship students.' One story makes you look bad. The other makes you look like a survivor of something horrible."Maya was studying my face, clearly trying to decide if she could trust me. "And what do you get out of this?""Recognition as a serious journalist who can handle complex investigations. A story that could win awards and launch my career. And," I paused, "the satisfaction of taking down rich bullies who think they can buy their