All Chapters of MY HOCKEY HEARTHROB : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Three days later, the major sports event arrived, drawing top athletes and high society figures from all over the country. Julian stepped onto the red carpet looking incredibly dashing and handsome in a sleek outfit, Cameras flashed rapidly as the media shouted his name. Moments later, another luxury vehicle pulled up. Ken stepped out, still walking with a slight, manageable limp. The moment Julian and Ken spotted each other, they met in the middle of the carpet, wrapping each other in a powerful, brotherly hug. They completely ignored the crowd of reporters, knowing this warm moment would result in thousands of fan edits online. In the entire league, everyone knew Ken and Julian were practically brothers. Clara, Romanus, and Ariel were also present at the grand event, mingling near the VIP entrance alongside wealthy sports sponsors and high profile families. As Julian posed for a few more photos, his eyes caught the logo of The Daily Blitz far down near the entrance protocols,

High above on the rooftop of the abandoned building, Barrett spat out a harsh curse under his breath. Yes, his target was down, but she had collapsed before he could strike again. seeing the event securities and body guards approaching the building. he didn't waste another second. Barrett hurried to his feet, packed his gear into a bag, and hurried down the dark stairwell, vanishing into the city before security could seal off the block. Back at the venue, absolute chaos erupted. The sharp sound of the gunshot had sent hundreds of people running for their lives, screaming and diving for cover. Julian’s personal security detail immediately moved forward to form a defensive wall around him and Ken, but Julian didn't hear or see them at all. His wide, horror struck eyes were locked entirely on the small figure lying motionless on the pavement near the Apex Media van. In that single second, the rest of the world completely faded away. The rushing crowd, the screaming reporters, the blar

Julian stood by the door of the private room, his brow deeply creased as his eyes locked onto Shawn. Beside him, Romanus glanced back silently, his expression wordlessly asking if Julian had any idea what the young man was blabbering about. Without a word, Julian began moving toward Shawn. Shawn also stepped forward to meet him halfway. Shawn had been at the airport, on his way to Europe to visit his mother who had suddenly fallen ill, when the news of Valeria’s accident reached him. Initially, after their last awkward encounter and after Valeria had made it clear that she and Julian were officially back together, Shawn had actively stayed out of their personal business. Deep down, he knew that financially, socially, and physically, Julian was capable of taking care of Valeria far better than he ever could. But receiving today's terrifying news had shattered that belief entirely. As soon as Shawn reached Julian, he opened his mouth to vent his anger, but Julian beat him to it. "W

A month later, Julian stood on the high balcony of his main estate, looking out over the massive property. He had intentionally doubled the security detail across the entire grounds, placing dozens of heavily armed guards at every gate, pathway, and blind spot. After everything that had happened last month, he wasn't taking a single chance with his family's safety ever again. Sipping a drink from his glass cup, Julian let out a deep, heavy sigh. The last few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind, a chaotic series of events that felt like something straight out of a action movie. That violent night at the hospital, Barrett’s streak of luck had finally run out. The moment he had slammed through the glass doors with Julian's security detail hot on his heels, he had run straight into the main parking lot only to jam directly into the heavily armed police force that had just arrived on scene. It turned out the Canadian team coach, terrified of being tied to terrorism charges, had exposed

Julian continued staring at Romanus, who sat completely still in the wheelchair, his unfocused eyes gazing off into the distance. The old man had suffered severe internal injuries from the bullet Barrett had fired that terrifying night. Fortunately, because the shooting had occurred right inside the hospital, emergency medical care was initiated within seconds. Miraculously, the bullet had missed his heart by less than an inch. However, the sheer trauma of the attack, combined with his high blood pressure and aging body, had triggered a massive ischemic stroke right on the operating table. The stroke had left Romanus paralyzed and incapacitated. He was currently unable to walk, speak, or move his body on his own. Yet, against all odds, he was alive. The doctors had done everything humanly possible to stabilize him, and the family had now arranged to fly him back to England for advanced long term rehabilitation. No one knew when he would recover, whether it would take months, years,