Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

UNKNOWN POVA small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I watched Ronan and his team finally leave.From where I stood, tucked behind one of the massive concrete pillars lining the Sports Plaza, the shadows concealed me perfectly. My black hoodie melted into the darkness, while my black cargo pants made me little more than another patch of shade beneath the dim emergency lights.I didn't move.Not even after the last pair of footsteps disappeared down the corridor.Only then did I allow the smile on my lips to widen. Bet you didn't see that coming, eh, rich heir?For all your efforts, you still walked away empty-handed. One of the men you trust the most is working for me.How could you possibly find the bugs when I'd already arrived much earlier to retrieve every SD card and every pinhole camera before your little investigation even began?The operation had gone exactly as planned.You might have money. You might have influence. But you're not nearly as smart as you think you are

KAELMy footsteps echoed through the house as I made my way down the stairs. From somewhere deeper inside, I could hear the familiar sounds of Mrs. Baker moving around in the kitchen.The rich scent of cinnamon, tomatoes, and butter drifted through the house, wrapping itself around me. I drew in a slow breath, letting the aroma settle in my lungs.Mrs. Baker's cooking was one of the main reasons I kept coming back to this damned house.I stepped into the kitchen.She looked up immediately, a warm smile softening her weathered face."Young master...""Auntie..."She tilted her head toward the kitchen island. "Have some warm milk. I'm almost done."Only then did my gaze drift to where she indicated. A large glass of milk sat waiting on the counter, thin wisps of steam still curling from its surface.I have a big appetite, so Mrs. Baker always prepares my meals larger than everyone else's. I flopped onto the wooden stool and wrapped my fingers around the glass.The milk was warm, lightly

KAELI couldn't get the words and the images out of my mind throughout the ride to UCLA.The engine roared beneath me, but it did little to drown out the thoughts raging inside my head.Fury tightened my chest until every breath felt heavier than the last, my muscles drawn taut with a tension that refused to ease.According to Jay, Liora had strung my brother along, only to publicly dump him so she could chase after the other team's center forward.I was glad the leech had finally left him.But why did she break his palm before walking away?How dare she?And Zayden…that idiot never fights back.He only knows how to endure, swallow every humiliation, and take shit, bringing me disgrace.Since he has no need for protecting his reputation, I'll do the cleaning myself.Then there was Damon. Those irritating brown eyes refused to leave my mind.For a fleeting moment, gouging them out sounded like the more appropriate solution.Unfortunately, that would probably come with prison time.Not

KAELI've never seen Damon before.Physically, at least. Not up close.So I pulled out my phone and took a longer look at the picture Jay had sent me.Damon Felton. Number Nine. Left defenseman of the Northstars.Huh. Very well then.He wasn't in the Business Faculty.He belonged to the Engineering Division.Just as I was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, it buzzed again.Another message from Jay: Informant says he just entered the Sports Complex's hockey rink for solo practice before the rest of his team arrives for evening training.The corners of my lips slowly curled upward.A wave of disdain rolled through me, impossible to suppress even if I'd wanted to.He really was working far too hard.I've met his type before.The kind who couldn't stand watching someone they considered unworthy outperform them.Jealousy, it always began there. Then came resentment.And before long, they were willing to do the unthinkable just to drag the other person back down.It seemed heaven a

KAELI lunged at him without the slightest hesitation, my eyes burning with barely restrained fury.Sure, he was an A-Class Alpha.An athlete whose body had been tempered by years of extreme sports, hockey drills, and relentless gymnastics.But I wasn't that easy to put down either.He deflected my first punch with his palm.The second buried itself deep into his upper abdomen, driving the air straight out of his lungs.His breath hitched violently as his body folded ever so slightly, boots scraping across the floor while he staggered back several steps.Damon's expression darkened.A thicker wave of Alpha pheromones burst from him, the pressure in the room increasing as his eyes flashed with dangerous intent.He threw another punch.I slipped to the side just in time. The fist cut through empty air.Before he could recover, I rammed my shoulder into his abdomen with every ounce of momentum behind it.The impact sent him crashing onto the floor.His fist finally clipped my face on the