ONE: HIS DARK, DIRTY SECRET

SCARLETT “A woman's love can change the coldest heart.” Whoever coined that bullshit statement was definitely high on expired crack. Roger's Arena is buzzing with cheers and roars from excited fans — all nineteen thousand of them — as the Vancouver Icefangs score the goal that brings home the Stanley Cup. It’s our town’s first Stanley cup in over a decade, and my boyfriend just scored the winning goal. I shoot to my feet, shivering with pride and adrenaline as I pump my fists in the air and scream at the top of my lungs; “MY BOYFRIEND DID THAT! THAT’S MY MAN!!” Everyone is too busy with their own excitement to hear me, of course. “Gosh, Drake Bittencourt is sooo handsome! I wish he was mine.” A girl gushes behind me. Possessiveness zings through my bloodstream, but I clamp my lips together and force myself to focus on the angelic sight of Drake celebrating with his teammates. He skates to the centre, helmet off, dark hair damp with sweat and grinning the grin that made me fa

Last Updated : 2026-03-17

TWO: WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL MY MONEY?!

SCARLETT I wanted to leave. I wanted to hide away somewhere and lick my wounds in private. But I wasn’t walking away without answers. I wait patiently until Drake and Sylvia are done with their celebrations and interviews before tracing them to the locker room. The Scarlett of old would have run back home and cried into her pillow all night. Not anymore. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and noises of celebration as I walk into the room. I finally find Drake in his stall, still in his pads. Nausea roils in my stomach at the sight of Sylvia tucked under his arm like she’s always belonged there. They’re so engrossed in their world of giggles and intimate whispers that they don’t notice me until I stop three feet away from them. “Drake.” He looks up and for a second and something moves across his face. Guilt, maybe. It’s gone in a flash. His expression settles into a lazy, bored mask and he tilts his head. “Scarlett. What are you doing here?” My fingers c

Last Updated : 2026-03-18

THREE : YES, MOTHER. I KNOW YOU HATE ME.

SCARLETT The moment I read that message, only one person came to mind. My mother. Asides Sylvia, she’s the only person on God’s green earth who has sworn to make my life a living hell. “I won’t let you face that crazy family alone.” Chiara says, “I’m coming with you. And I’m driving.” Our house is thirty minutes from Chiara’s condo, but she drives like a demon-possessed banshee and we arrive in fifteen after breaking every traffic rule known to mankind. “It better not be what I’m thinking.” I mutter to myself as I unlock the front door. Sadly, I take one step into the spacious living room and the sight that greets me damn near sends me on a spiral to Crazy Town. Shopping bags cover nearly every surface in the room, even spilling onto the wooden floor. Right beside the TV, a brand new PS5 controller is propped against the wall, still unboxed. I spot a Sephora bag on the sofa and the shock in my chest gradually gives way to rage. The violent kind. “Don’t tell me

Last Updated : 2026-03-18

FOUR: KISS ME, PLEASE.

SCARLETT “Good evening and welcome to Velour,” my voice comes out smooth, professional. “Can I start you with something from the bar or —?” “You work here?” Sylvia asks, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. I force a smile. “Yes. Can I get you something?” She pouts; “You don’t have to be rude, Scarlett dear. Mother said you moved out of the house. How are you surviving? You look so exhausted. Have you been stress eating? You can barely fit into your uniform.” Her voice is tinged with sympathy, but there’s no denying the cruel mockery that simmers underneath. I would give anything to poke my fingers into her eyes, but I square my shoulders and hand them the electronic menu. “I can come back if you’re not sure —” “Life has really been terrible to you, Scarlett.” Sylvia cuts in, desperate to get a reaction out of me. “Recovering from a heartbreak and being forced to work?” She shudders, clutching Drake’s arm like it’s the most horrible feeling in the world. “I can’t

Last Updated : 2026-03-18

FIVE: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.

SCARLETT I ran. Call me a coward, but I wasn’t sure how to act after fusing my lips to a stranger’s and defending him like my life depended on it. So while Harlan and Drake had their stand off, I slid into the crowd and disappeared. And I made sure to stay on the other end of the huge club until my shift was over. Two hours later, I’m about to step inside the manager’s office and sign out for the night when hushed voices drift through the half-open door. “Master Rousseau, unfortunately this order came directly from your father. The board is applying pressure on him to head the new branch in Japan. You will become CEO soon, and the board will never accept a leader without a wife. You have one week to satisfy their demands.” Ohhh. Sounds like rich family drama. Master Rousseau? Fancy last name. Must be the boss. Making up my mind to come back in another ten minutes, I turn to leave when a voice responds — low, controlled, and unmistakably familiar; “Inform my father and the

Last Updated : 2026-03-19

All Chapters of Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

ONE: HIS DARK, DIRTY SECRET

TWO: WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL MY MONEY?!

THREE : YES, MOTHER. I KNOW YOU HATE ME.

FOUR: KISS ME, PLEASE.

FIVE: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.