All Chapters of Fake dating the captain : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ava I slammed my phone down on the counter so hard the screen almost cracked, and the sound echoed in my mansion sort of like a slap. There it was, all over every single feed, every gossip site, every stupid notification that would not shut up. Famous hockey player Kacy, the guy everyone kept calling the hot soldier type turned pro athlete or whatever his story was, just got engaged to Olivia. My sister Liv. The same Liv who used to be with Rowan, that other famous hockey player who was now engaged to Kayla, and somehow the whole mess was trending like it was the juiciest family drama of the year.People were eating it up. Comments flying everywhere. “This family has way too much drama, it’s like a bad reality show.” “Liv jumped from Rowan straight to Kacy? Twins and all? Messy.” “Bet Ava is loving this, the sister in the middle of it again.” My stomach twisted. I had just started receiving top modeling gigs again after months of getting over being pregnant and some online stuff t

Rowan At the bottom of the stairs she grabbed the strap of my bag and yanked hard. “No, you’re not! She’s not your woman anymore. I am. I’m the one who’s been here. I’m your only one now.”I tried to pull the bag back, my grip tight. “Let go, Kayla. I’m serious.”She pulled harder, face turning red. “I said no! You hear me? You’re not leaving me for her again. Not after everything.”We were both tugging, voices getting louder, and my foot slipped a little on the step. I jerked the bag free with more force than I meant. My elbow caught her shoulder. She stumbled back, arms windmilling, and went down hard on the tile at the bottom of the stairs. Her head hit with this awful crack sound that made my stomach drop.“Kayla!” I dropped the bag and rushed down the last steps. She was out cold, eyes closed, body all limp. “Shit, shit, shit. Kayla, wake up.” I shook her shoulder gently, then checked her breathing. It was there, but shallow. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my phone and calle

Rowan Kayla looked at me with those big eyes and said, “You’ll help, right Rowan? You’ll be here every day. I know you will, because that’s the guy I fell for, not the one who was trying to run off to New York again.”I forced a grin that felt fake as hell and said, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be your personal slave driver and wheelchair pusher. What else is new?” Inside I was thinking, How the hell did I go from almost boarding a plane to Liv to this?That first night I slept in the chair by her bed, and every time she stirred I jumped up asking if she needed water or the bedpan or anything. She’d mumble, “No, but thanks,” and it was weirdly quiet without her usual snappy comebacks because the amnesia had her all soft and grateful, like she really didn’t remember the fight.I kept checking my phone every ten minutes, texting Liv again and again: “Hey, it’s me. I saw the picture. Those kids look like me. Please call back. We need to talk.” Every time it went to voicemail I wanted to throw the

Joyce He hugged me back tight for a second, then pulled away grinning with a couple missing teeth. “Yeah I scored a goal yesterday and the coach said I’m fast. Grandma says I get it from Dad Caleb even though I never met him. Are you staying now? No more going away because of that mean Ava lady?”My mom watched from the kitchen, pretending to busy herself, but I knew she was listening to every word. I ruffled his hair and forced a laugh to keep it light even though my throat felt thick. “Staying for real, promise. That wicked stepmom Ava kicked us out and caused all the trouble, but I’m back now and we’re gonna fix it. You show me your hockey moves later, I’ll tell you more about how you’re gonna be better than anybody. First go wash up, you smell like you rolled in dirt.”He laughed loud and ran off to the bathroom yelling something about showing me his drawings of hockey players. I sat back down, the sadness hitting me again so hard after the laugh that I had to breathe slow to kee

Sara I woke up already annoyed, which honestly felt right for turning eighteen.Not excited, not emotional, not doing that fake “I’m finally an adult” thing people post about, just annoyed, because the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a string of fairy lights taped across the ceiling like we lived inside some influencer’s brain, and I knew immediately whose idea that was.“Saphira,” I said, not even loud, just tired, dragging the word out like it had personally offended me.From the other side of the room she went, “If you’re about to complain, don’t. It looks nice.”I sat up slowly, staring at the lights blinking like they were proud of themselves. “It looks like we’re hosting a children’s party.”“It looks aesthetic.”“It looks like you Googled ‘how to be tolerable’ and stopped halfway.”She gasped like I had stabbed her, which was dramatic considering she was the one who woke me up at seven in the morning on our birthday.“First of all, you’re rude. Second of all, you’r