Semua Bab MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Julian kept his grey eyes fixed completely on the black rubber puck resting between his skates. His mind was incredibly quiet. He didn’t hear the deafening screams of the ten thousand fans filling the arena, nor did he care about the flashing lights of the media cameras. His entire soul was consumed by a single, burning purpose, he had to end this game once and for all, right now, before Valeria could change her mind and leave the building. Every second spent on this frozen rink was a second away from the woman he loved and the truth he desperately needed to hear Because he was so completely engrossed in looking at the puck, Julian failed to notice the incredibly tense and terrified stares passing between Barrett and the Canadian captain across the center circle. The two players were completely destabilized. Their eyes darted from Julian's perfectly stable frame back to their own dugout in utter confusion. They wondered what on earth might have gone wrong. Did Julian not drink his

The chaos on the ice was absolute. The stadium security guards were straining with all their might, their boots slipping on the slick surface as they held Julian back. Julian didn't struggle against their grip. He stood tall, his expression completely calm but incredibly cold, staring down at the giant man who was still on his knees on the bloody ice. Seeing his player on the ground, the Canadian head coach immediately sprinted onto the ice. Fearing that his own involvement in the plot might be uncovered, he pointed a shaking finger at the officials and roared, "This is an absolute outrage! Julian Vane just brutally assaulted my player for no reason! I demand that you suspend him immediately! Disqualify the Hawks! He should be thrown out of professional hockey!" The stadium security chief looked toward Julian, waiting for an explanation. But Julian didn't shout, nor did he explain. Instead, he pulled off his heavy hockey gloves and tossed them onto the ice. He looked directly at the

The hum of the engine was the only sound inside the luxurious sports car as it sliced through the city streets. The scene had shifted completely away from the chaotic stadium to Julian and Valeria. Outside, the night was alive with the roaring celebrations of fans honking their horns, but inside the vehicle, it felt like an entirely different world.Julian was driving with intense concentration, his sharp grey eyes focused on the road ahead. Yet, even with the high speed of the car, his right hand was completely occupied, he was holding on tightly to Valeria's hand with his free hand, his grip firm and possessive. Indeed, they had a whole lot to talk about, and he couldn't wait another second to get to the bottom of it. The truth about their five missing years was unraveling, and his hunger for answers was the exact reason why he had escaped the arena even before taking the grand prize, leaving his teammates and the trophyAs he drove through the bright streetlights, Julian slowly adj

The silence that followed inside the luxurious penthouse was so heavy it felt suffocating. Julian stood completely paralyzed, his heart hammering against his ribs as he stared down at the girl he had spent five years hating. The very next words that came out from Valeria's mouth made Julian's broad shoulders drop in absolute surprise and shock. "I never received anything, Julian," Valeria said, her voice shaking but full of a fierce, desperate certainty. She raised her hand to her chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of her hoodie. "I swear to you, on everything I hold holy, I never received a single letter from you, from your mother, or from any person. Not one." Julian felt the ground beneath his feet tilt. His mind was spinning, trying to process the sheer weight of what she was saying. "That can't be," he whispered, though his voice lacked conviction now. "She never gave them to me!" Valeria cried out, the dam finally breaking as tears began to stream down her pale cheeks.

"Valeria..." Julian whispered, his voice cracking completely under the weight of the truth. He took a slow, heavy step toward her, his massive frame trembling as the reality of their stolen years fully settled into his bones. Valeria stayed perfectly still, her eyes wide, staring at the polished white marble floor. The cold expression he had worn in the locker room was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, agonizing vulnerability. She stayed quiet, her throat too tight to offer any words. "She told me you trashed my letters," Julian said, his voice dropping into a hollow, breathless register. He reached up, his large hand rubbing his face as if trying to wake up from a terrible nightmare. "The silver bracelet I bought with my very first training stipend in England, the letters I spent hours writing , I had sent them all to you through her. When I didn't hear back, I begged her to check on you. She then told me you tossed the bracelet and the papers right into a trash bin down the stre