บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

A few months laterHailey's pov "Are you sure you want to drive yourself to school? Baby girl I can do it for you." Ryan insisted for the hundredth time. I groaned and rolled my eyes, "I told you I can do it myself, you have to stop pampering me and trying to make up for what happened....We haven't even heard from Vanessa in a few months..." I leaned towards the car door, playing with the keys in my hands."Yeah but still, I need to show you I'm sorry in every way... So what do you say?" He said, his voice was deep and husky. It send shivers down my spine, I almost grabbed him by the collar and kissed the daylights out of time.I glanced at the watch and noticed I was running out of time."You're lucky I don't have time to argue with you....here are the keys" I sighed, "I'm so going to regret this." He chuckled, his deep voice making my pussy drip with my juices.I felt my panties get wet, I looked down at my skirt and cursed under my breath.I looked up and noticed he was seeing

Hailey’s POVThirty minutes after the bathroom incident, the entire school heard the intercom crackle. “Hailey, Vanessa , Madison. Report to the principal’s office immediately.” Lilly stared at me like I was being summoned to my execution. I just adjusted my bag strap. “It’s fine,” I told her. “They wanted this.” I walked toward the office without hesitation.Vanessa and Madison were already inside when I arrived, sitting stiffly like two toddlers caught stealing candy. Their hair was messy, makeup ruined, and Madison’s nose was slightly swollen. I still had a split lip, but I wasn’t hiding it. The principal’s eyes snapped up as I entered. “Miss Queen, take a seat.” I sat down calmly. He looked between the three of us. “Someone is going to tell me why two students look like they went through a meat grinder and why Miss Queen has a bloody lip.”Madison jumped in first. “She attacked us for no reason!” Vanessa nodded so hard her hair bounced. “She’s dangerous, Mr. Wells. She literally

Hailey’s POVThe night was quiet and cold, almost too quiet for a place as big as the Williams Mansion. Being scared of the cold night was the last thing on my mind, I knew I was safe...But I had a tough decision to make against my own father. I had his fate in my hands, one push of a button and his whole career. .. I pictured the look on Madison's face when she realizes they are now broke. Its simple, one wrong investment and they're done.Fools. Investing in a deal without seeing the CEO....I sat out on the balcony, legs tucked to my chest, the wind brushing gently against my skin. The moon hung low, soft and pale, like it was watching me fall apart without saying a word.My phone rested on my lap, the screen still glowing from the message I had sent minutes ago—the final blow to the man who ruined my life.I stared into the darkness and whispered,“Oh, Mom… I wish it didn’t have to be like this for us.”My voice cracked a little. I didn’t bother hiding it.“I wish life gave us a

Brighton’s POV The city streets were slick with rain, neon lights reflecting in puddles like shattered jewels. I moved through the alleys, keeping to the shadows, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The Queen family’s chaos was my chance, and I was ready to take it. The thrill of control, of having someone bend to my schemes, pulsed in my veins. I didn’t expect to see her there. She emerged from the mist like a phantom, dark hair framing a face I didn’t recognize immediately. There was danger in her movements, every step calculated, every glance precise. But there was familiarity too—a flicker in my mind that something about her reminded me of my past, someone I had crossed paths with years ago. “Brighton,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. She didn’t need to introduce herself, and yet I couldn’t place her. My brow furrowed. “Do you remember me?” I shook my head slowly, studying her carefully. “I should,” I muttered. “But I don’t.” She smiled faintly, a preda

Hailey’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the building, my chest still tight from the encounter upstairs, I knew the day wasn’t done with me yet.The city looked the same—cars rushing by, horns blaring, people lost in their own lives—but something felt off. The kind of wrong that settled deep in your bones and refused to leave.I slid into the passenger seat of the car, fastening my seat belt with slightly trembling fingers. Roy was already behind the wheel, his jaw clenched, eyes sharp as he checked the mirrors.“You okay?” he asked for the second time that day.“I will be,” I replied. “Just drive.”The engine roared to life, and we pulled into traffic.For a few minutes, everything was normal. Too normal. I stared out the window, replaying Brighton’s smug smile and Vanessa’s cold, calculated stare. The way she had looked at me—it wasn’t just hatred. It was desperation.The thought barely finished forming when it happened.A loud screech.Blinding headlights.Impact.The world jolted