Todos os capítulos de Secretly Pucking The Hockey God.: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Maya picked up her trembling phone off the sofa cushion, forcing her eyes back onto the high-resolution photograph.Her breath hitched in her throat.Earlier, she had been too blinded by sheer panic to examine the details. But now, as her eyes scanned past her own reflection in the side mirror of a parked vehicle, something in the background caught her attention.Standing on the sidewalk across from the Titans facility, partially obscured by a metal newsstand, was a tall man in a dark coat. He was looking directly toward the camera lens, holding a silver coffee cup.Even with his face half-turned, the sharp jawline, the posture, and the distinct posture were unmistakably familiar."Devon..." Maya whispered, the name tasting like ash on her tongue.He wasn't just texting her from some distant city. Devon was here. In New York.An hour later, Maya sat across from Jessie at a quiet, secluded table inside a dimly lit Sundown café.Jessie stared at her with wide, horrified eyes, resting

"Look at these logs, Hunter," Holiday said, sliding a printed folder across the glass table in the Titans' executive lounge.The morning sun filtered through the high windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the room. Hunter picked up the papers, his dark eyes scanning the highlighted lines of text."The Soho coffee shop on Tuesday," Holiday pointed out, her pen tapping the page. "The private dry cleaner near your penthouse on Thursday. The side entrance of the training facility yesterday afternoon. Maya didn't post a single photo from those locations."Hunter's jaw clenched, the muscle flexing hard under his skin. "She doesn't post real-time locations at all.""Exactly," Holiday said, leaning forward. "Which means whoever took that photo of her outside the arena didn't just stumble upon her by accident. Someone with direct, internal access to her itinerary is feeding Devon her exact coordinates."Hunter stood up abruptly, his leather chair scraping loudly against the floor."Who

Dinner was a warm, noisy affair, filled with the aroma of roasted chicken and fresh vegetables and Mrs Adams signature chicken Fajitas.Ethan spent the first twenty minutes asking Hunter technical questions about his power play strategies, which Hunter answered with surprising patience and genuine enthusiasm.As the meal wound down, Mrs. Adams set her fork down and looked across the table at Hunter. The quiet intensity in her eyes made the room fall silent."Hunter," Mrs. Adams began softly, her voice carrying the undeniable weight of a protective mother. "I'll be honest. When Maya first told me about you two, I didn't know what to think. I don't understand your world, and I don't care much for public fame."Maya held her breath, her fingers tightening around her napkin under the table."But watching you today," Mrs. Adams continued, her eyes shifting to Maya before returning to Hunter, "I see the way you look at my daughter. I don't pretend to understand how you two ended up togethe

Hunter scoffed into the phone, his jaw setting like concrete."I'm not interested," Hunter said flatly.Before Victoria could get another manipulative word out, he tapped the red button, cutting off the line, and tossed the device onto the marble counter with a sharp, heavy clatter.Maya stood completely frozen beside him.She didn't ask a single question, and she didn't demand an explanation.Instead, a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy sliced right through her chest, taking her breath away.She knew exactly who Olivia was, and more importantly, what she was to Hunter.Olivia Rothschild was an internationally renowned, breathtaking A-list actress—and ironically, she had used to be one of Maya's absolute favorite celebrities until today.Months ago, back when Maya was still frantically begging Holiday for an exclusive interview and digging up every shred of research on the elusive Titans captain, she had uncovered the archives. She knew the whole history.Olivia was his ex. His high sch

“Missed me?”Devon flashed her a cruel smile.“No… please no,” Maya shook her head frantically, her voice trembling violently as she backed away on her hands and knees across the rug.“Did you miss me, Maya?” he asked again, his tone dripping with malice as he stalked toward her while she cowered on the floor.His broad, dark shadow loomed heavy over her shivering frame, completely blotting out the dying orange sunlight filtering through the hall.Maya screamed. Outside, thunder rumbled through the darkening evening sky, a sudden sharp flash of lightning striking through the thin glass of the windows and painting his pale, sharp face in cold, stark white light.She was fast as she scrambled to her feet and ran towards the stairs, every single nerve in her body screaming at her to reach the safety of the second floor. But Devon proved to be far faster. In three long, terrifying strides, he closed the distance between them. He grabbed her by her hair at the back of her head with a ro