All Chapters of Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

***THE GHOST I KNOW***Tyler’s POVMy eyes locked on the man walking up from the side yard. Caddy used to show me his picture during our late-night conversations. She used to hold them up, smiling proudly as she bragged about how her dad never seemed to age, how handsome he was, and how much she loved him.Flora’s mother broke the silence as she immediately surged forward, pulling Flora into a fierce, crushing hug. Over her daughter’s shoulder, her eyes drifted over to me, widening into massive plates of pure disbelief. “Tyler Sinclair,” she breathed, her voice dropping into a stunned, reverent whisper. “In my house. Oh, Lord.”The man stopped dead in his tracks, the greasy rag slipping from his fingers to the grass. The screwdriver remained loose in his grip as his gaze bounced from his wife to me. “My goodness!”“Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” another voice boomed from the hallway. A woman with a wild, expressive face rushed toward the door, practically dragging a shy six-year-old

***SPILL THE TEA CHRISTIAN***Sean’s POVI had just rounded up the last part of the afternoon session with the NHL officials, and my ears were completely burned out.It was so incredibly boring. They mentioned the word “restrategize” about a hundred times like it was a holy mantra. Old men in suits yapping about defensive zone structures, player chemistry, bla bla, fucking bullshit.How did Tyler even manage to sit through these meetings without his ears bleeding out?But then, when I received the call from Coach yesterday informing me that I’d be representing the Hershey Bears as the Assistant Captain for this two days meeting. I felt like I was finally seen. Mr. Sinclair was present for both sessions, sitting at the head of the table like a king. I tried my absolute best to show off—nodding at the exact right moments, throwing in sharp comments about our offensive pressure to prove I was up to the task. But the old man never paid any attention to me. He just stared straight ahead,

***ARE YOU GUYS PERHAPS FAKE DATING***Flora’s POV“You two are the absolute favorites on every digital platform right now, but your performance today is completely out of alignment!” Christian hissed, his voice dropping into a desperate, panicked whisper as he stepped deep into our midst. “The audience wants high-octane romance, darlings, not whatever this stiff, defensive energy is! Especially you, Tyler—my God, smile more! Use those gorgeous lips! We have a fifteen-minute break before the final phase. Go fix your vibes!”The director called the break and Tyler immediately broke the contact, his chest rising and falling in a tight, sharp breath.He spun around, grabbed a cold bottle of water from the ice bucket, and marched toward the edge of the wooden deck.I needed to clear the static out of my own head. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely grip my phone as I slipped away into the shadows behind the changing tents. I clicked the contact and held the phone to my ear, wai

***RUMORS***Tyler’s POV“What the fuck!”Flora’s voice squeaked in absolute panic. The ice-cold water stuck to my skin and a sharp, immediate surge of pure disgust hit me.I opened my mouth to speak, but the sight of her face made me pause.She looked entirely horrified, her eyes wide as the empty plastic bottle dangled uselessly from her fingers.“Flora, are you okay?” Lucille asked, stepping forward with her brows knitted.“Tyler,” she whispered, her voice dropping. “Look at this.”She turned the screen toward me, Lucille, and the boys. It was a gossip page with anonymous written at the top and the profile picture was a faceless ghost emoji.The headline was boldly written.“THE ICE CAPTAIN’S CHARITY CASE. Inside sources confirm Tyler Sinclair’s high-profile romance is an absolute setup. Is Flora Morgan just a distraction for the Captain to become more famous or is she playing the NHL's Golden Boy for a massive payout?”“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Joffrey muttered, his ban

***WE WANT YOU TO GET PREGNANT II***Flora’s POVI sat completely paralyzed on the armchair, my tongue dry as I stared at the two women across from me. Grandmother Sinclair’s face remained an unyielding mask of stone. Next to her, Mrs. Sinclair remained silent beside her, allowing Grandmother Sinclair to lead the conversation as though it had always been that way.Silence stretched between us until the air felt heavy enough to suffocate.“I...” I swallowed hard, forcing my voice through the tightness in my throat. I didn't want to show the panic rattling my ribs, so I kept my posture rigid. “I’ve heard everything you both just said. But... why? Why do I have to get pregnant for Tyler?”Mrs Sinclair leaned forward, her sweet face twisting with a sudden, anxious desperation. “Grandma has a short time to live, Flora. She was recently diagnosed with—”Grandmother Sinclair placed a firm hand on Mrs. Sinclair's knee. She didn't utter a word. One sharp look was enough. Mrs. Sinclair's lips