Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV I packed the last of my suitcase, sliding it into the car’s trunk. My mother stood beside me, hand pressed firmly against her waist. She looked deep in thought, and her eyes were fixed on the suitcase, as if it were my escape from her. I closed the car trunk, eager to leave. “Mother, is there something you'd like to tell me?” I asked with a calm voice, and my mother's head snapped towards me, blinking her eyes innocently. She maintained eye contact for at least two minutes before talking. “Your father needs money, he wants to invest in crypto. I also need some money to start my real estate business,” my mother said, her usual smugness on her face. I stared at her, my brows arched. “Again?” I wanted to scream that question at her, but I didn't. “How much?” I asked calmly, my hands resting in my pockets. Her smile widened slightly, as if she had been waiting for that question. “Your father said two hundred thousand would be a good start. For me…

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV “Oh my gosh! Isn't that Kane, one of the United States players?” Derrick's eyes widened, and his index finger was pointed at a moving figure. “Why is he moving towards us? What does he want? Is he here to cause trouble?” he stuttered, and quickly sat upright.My other teammates and I turned towards where he pointed. Kane walked slowly with confidence, and he had that same, ‘I am the boss' smirk on his face. I scoffed and gulped down the last contents in my glass. It tasted different from the usual wine, but I was too bothered to care.James looked like he had just swallowed a bitter pill, and his face twisted in disgust. “Don't let him have the last word this time. We are in a new season. We must show them that this year's championship belongs to us,” he advised, and my teammates nodded in agreement.I didn't say anything, and I didn't look away either. Something inside me told me that Kane was here for me, and my heart voluntarily fluttered at that though

SEVEN YEARS AGOEthan Oliver Harrison’s POV“Ethan, hurry up! Today is your last interview! We shouldn’t get there late!” my mother’s voice echoed from the living room.Our “living room” was just the front half of the garage we rented behind an old mechanic shop. The walls were thin plywood covered with peeling wallpaper, and every time someone slammed a door outside, the entire place rattled.“I’m coming, mother!” I called back.I bent over the small metal trunk that served as my suitcase. It was dented and rusty, something my father had dragged home from a junkyard years ago. Inside were the few things I owned: two shirts, a pair of worn socks, and the borrowed suit I had carefully folded the night before.Today determined everything. I had already passed three earlier interviews. The first two tested skating skills and endurance. The third was a medical checkup.Today was the final stage. An oral evaluation.

SIX YEARS AGOKane Hau Alexander Williams’ POV“Have you heard about the Clementine family? I heard they are one of the wealthiest families in the sports world,” August, one of the newly appointed rookies screamed at the top of his voice, drawing everyone's attention.The locker room became noisy, as everyone was talking at once. More than ten half-naked boys surrounded August, asking for more info.I sat in a corner, Carl and two other friends with me.“The richest? I thought the Williams family was at the top in terms of wealth and influence,” one of the boys said.Carl leaned back against the locker behind him and shrugged. “The Williamses are old money,” he said calmly. “But the Clementines have been climbing fast these past few years.”“That’s what I heard too!” August continued excitedly. “Apparently their businesses are everywhere now. Sports investments, media companies, training facilities… even professional teams.”One of the rookies whistled. “So why are we talking about th

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVJust like I had been told, my parents were at the back of the arena, waiting for me beside a luxury SUV. Luckily, there weren't a lot of fans present.My backpack was strapped onto my shoulders, and I sluggishly made my way towards my parents, preparing myself to receive their criticism. It's been days since I last spoke with them, and surprisingly, I didn't miss them at all.My mother had a calm expression on her face, she was too good at pretending, but my father, he looked enraged, and he didn't bother hiding it.The few staff that were around waved at me, and I faked a smile.“Get inside the car right now!” My father growled the minute I got near him. But I didn't answer; I made a little distance between us and stood my ground.“Why are you guys outside? The game is still on, Canada might win,” I said to my parents with a polite smile And my father’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you mocking me, you bastard!” My father growled like a wounded lion, an