All Chapters of Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Brighton’s POVI couldn’t breathe well, as I rushed past the dark alley for the last time. For the past days, every corner I turned felt like eyes were cutting into my spine. Every step I took, every shadow I passed—someone was watching. Someone knew.And the worst part?I didn’t know who.I stormed into Mr. Queen’s private study without knocking. His guards jumped, but he lifted a single hand and they froze.He didn’t even lift his head from the glass of whiskey in front of him.“What is it now, Brighton?” he muttered, exhausted or irritated—I couldn’t tell.“I’m being followed,” I hissed, shutting the door behind me. “Everywhere. Every damn place I go. Someone knows what we did. Someone is tracking me.”He finally looked at me. Cold. Calculating.“Are you sure it’s not your guilt?” he asked.I slammed my palm on the table. “I know what I’m talking about! This isn’t paranoia. They’re organized. Professional. And if they’re after me…”I swallowed hard.“…they’re after you too.”That

Hailey’s POVI walked across the school parking lot, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Ryan’s car was parked in its usual place, shiny and perfectly positioned like everything else in his life. Roy was still behind the school, training hard for the upcoming tournament, so it was just Ryan waiting for me today.I forced a small smile and waved, pretending for a moment that my world wasn’t collapsing piece by piece. The truth was heavier than anything I’d ever carried—this journey I was about to take wasn’t easy, and every part of me trembled with the weight of it. Brighton’s behavior had changed drastically; the boy I once trusted, once loved, had slowly turned into someone unrecognizable—dangerous, cunning, and always one step ahead. And the worst part? I had no solid proof. No evidence. Just instincts screaming at me, telling me he was behind everything tearing my life apart.Ryan stepped out and opened the passenger door for me, his gentle smile tighte

Hailey's pov I stepped into the changing room, the sound of victory still echoing through the hockey hall. My chest heaved as I let out a shaky breath, imagining the warmth of the water waiting for me. I slipped out of the hockey grounds and headed straight into the female showers. The moment the warm water slid down my body, my tense muscles loosened one by one. It had been a long, brutal game, and I was relieved we came out victorious. I could still hear people chanting Roy’s name—our captain, the golden boy, leading the school to another win. This meant everything for his career.“I’m so glad you got this for her, Roy,” I murmured to myself, letting the steam cloud my thoughts.When I finished showering, my fingers grazed my clothes—and then I froze.“What? Where are my clothes?”My heart thumped painfully. My clothes were gone. Every single piece.“Who could have taken them?” I whispered, panic rising fast.“No, no, no, no…”My eyes darted around the empty stalls, searching despe

Hailey's POVI leaned into Roy’s arms once again as the car glided smoothly down the darkened streets. The city lights flickered past, casting long, fleeting shadows across the interior, and my gaze drifted to Ryan, still behind the wheel. His jaw was tight, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel with almost unbearable tension. Something had happened back there, something he wasn’t ready to share, and I could feel it. I was going to find out, whether he wanted me to or not.Roy cupped my cheeks gently, his thumbs brushing across my skin in a tender motion that made the tightness in my chest ease, even if just a little. “Don’t worry… you’re safe now,” he whispered, his lips pressing softly to my forehead. The warmth of his words, his presence, made the world feel momentarily lighter, as if his very being was a shield around me.But then… his hand slid lower, tracing along my jawline, down my neck, and to my waist. A tingly, almost burning sensation coursed through my veins, and my b

Hailey’s POV Sleep refused to come, no matter how many times I turned on the mattress or buried my face into the pillow. My mind wasn’t replaying about one person, my mother. Tomorrow, I’d see her again. After everything, after a long time of pain and distance and words we never said. The thought alone made my stomach twist. I wanted it—God, I wanted it so badly....but the fear of what she might say, or not say at all, kept me wide‑awake. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, I slid out of bed. The room was dark and silent, and the hallway just as empty. I headed downstairs for some water, hoping it would settle the anxious churning inside me. But halfway across the foyer, I heard Ryan's voice. A warm light glowed from his office, spilling faintly into the hallway. I poked my head inside and found him seated behind the desk, elbows braced on the table, papers spread around him like he was preparing for battle. His hair was slightly messy, his jaw tense, and he looked—awake. Too aw