All Chapters of Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lambert Clementine's POVI sat down in front of my father. My fists clenched by my side. My eyes tried as much as possible to avoid his intense gaze.“Do you know why I brought you here?” My father asked, gritting his teeth.I shook my head, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth.“Since you're able to bring me to your cell, it means you still have your connection,” I replied, raising my head.“My connection? What stupid connection is that in the first place?” My father growled, hitting his fists on the table.“Look, someone powerful is behind this. I don't know why, but they are targeting our families and our allies. They don't want us to have any helpers, that's why they're hell-bent on sending all of us to jail,” My father's voice came out in a whisper, and he looked around to make sure that no one was watching. “I need you to find out who did this. Are you up to the task?”I finally looked my father in the eyes. He looked desperate, and his face was covered in sweat.I chuckled, befor

Kane Hau Alexander's POVIt's been a long time since I was last humiliated in public, and Ethan's rejection revived the memories.I angrily left the room, and went to the gym, hitting the punk in my hand on the floor.“How dare he talk to me like that? What did I do wrong?” Those questions passed through my mind, and I felt frustrated.I sat down on a bench, but I didn't last up to a minute before I stood up and began to pace around.“Is this because I turned down his feelings? Is he still mad at me about that?” I wondered aloud.But thinking about that. He was the one who told me to forget about his confession and move on with our relationship, so how can he be mad that I am listening to his advice?“Fuck this! Men are so annoying!” I growled, hitting my fist on a nearby training piece of equipment. Luckily, the equipment was made of metal, and it didn't break because of the impact of my punch.“Are you seriously going to break your wrist?” A calm voice echoed in the training room.I

Lambert Clementine's POV When I arrived in Toronto, Canada, two of my distant cousins were waiting for me at the airport. Lilly had informed them about my situation, and they had promised to help.“Brother,” the oldest greeted me with a bright smile.I was known as the kid who rarely talks, so I got into character, and happily hugged them.“We heard what happened. How are you doing? How are aunty and uncle?” The youngest, Teepee, asked with a warm smile.I let my eyes drop. “I haven't visited my mother. But my father is in a bad condition. He is held down in London like a hostage. I really wish I could help him,” I said smoothly, and my cousins believed me.“Don't worry. We'll try our best to make your stay here comfortable. Okay?” Hamlet, the oldest, said, and I nodded.From the pick-up station, we drove straight to a five-star hotel. Teepee's mother was one of the shareholders in the hotel, and I was told that celebrities go to the hotel to keep a low profile.I had a bad feeling a

Ethan Oliver Harrison's Point of View:“Did you just push me, little bro?” Lambert's voice came out in a whisper, and he burst into laughter. “How dare you cousin? You seemed to have forgotten how our family's hierarchy works,” he said, while slowly moving closer to Daniel.Daniel's eyes immediately dropped, but he held his ground. “This is not about our family. This is about, Oliver. Leave him alone!” he said, gritting his teeth bitterly.Lambert chuckled and brought out his phone. “With just one phone call, your parents will also be dragged into my family's hell. The whole world will label your family as criminals, and your father will take the fall for mine. Do you really want that? Do you want to lose your fucking family because of… Ethan?” He paused, scrutinizing Daniel's expression.When Daniel stood still, his face lowered, and his jaws clenched, Lambert scoffed.“Yeah. I thought as much,” Lambert muttered with a triumphant smile.I have known Daniel for years now, and from my

FIFTEEN YEARS AGOLambert Clementine's Point of View:“He's cursed. The priest said it himself,” My mother's hushed whispers echoed through the door as I eavesdropped on her conversation with my father.“I don't think he is, maybe he's just a little timid,” my father replied, but he sounded unconvinced, like he was lying to himself.“Look at him. He's too fragile. He gets sick easily. He cries whenever he gets scolded. The other kids love to pick on him. And he's just too miserable!” My mother paused. “I wish he were dead. He is such a disgrace. A girl child is way more useful than him.”Tears were dropping out of my eyes. I had heard enough, and I quickly returned to my room in the basement before my caregiver found out I was missing.I have been living in the basement ever since the family doctor told my parents that I had bad health. My parents were both As, knowing this, they still went ahead and got married, and unfortunately, I was born with sickle cell. From the day of my birt