All Chapters of Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

****THE GHOST ACCOUNT***Tyler’s POVWhoever was behind that faceless ghost profile knew something only I knew.My fingers were already flying across my screen, ready to speed-dial the Proff, when the interface slammed shut.Jeffrey’s contact card flashed violently across the display. I picked the call, pressing the phone hard against my ear.“Yo, man!” Jeffrey’s voice was a frantic, tight whisper that barely cut through the background hum. “Have you seen the latest drop? The update from that ghost account?”“Yeah,” I said, my teeth grinding together as I kicked the Ducati’s kickstand up. “I was directly tagged in it.”“You need to act fast, Tyler,” Jeffrey muttered, the raw anxiety in his tone vibrating through the speaker. “It’s getting completely crazy.”Is Flora Morgan truly in safe hands?The text from the post flashed behind my eyes. I closed my eyes shut for a brief, second, my grip tightening on the handlebars.“Jeff,” I said, my voice dropping low. “Where’s Flora right now? H

***ARE THEY RELATED?***Flora’s POVEverything was suddenly blindingly clear to me. The fog in my head evaporated, leaving behind a sharp replay of the party.Tyler didn't mirror my excitement. He just sat back against the couch cushions, his eyebrows drawing together as he looked up at me. “Flora, that doesn't really solve anything. It’s a name. Anyone can actually use that name.”“You’re looking at the wrong things, Tyler,” I said, stepping closer and setting my hands flat on the edge of the side table. “It’s not a matter of what name was used. What you should actually be asking is who used it.”Tyler looked straight at me, a heavy silence dropping as he waited for me to finish speaking.“That someone,” I whispered, the words carrying a cold weight, “is Justin.”Tyler’s entire expression shifted into complete confusion, his posture freezing. “Justin?”“Look, Ty, I know you probably think I’m completely losing my mind right now,” I said, pacing a small circle on the rug before turning

***DARE ME AGAIN***Flora’s POV“Come on, just one dance! Stop being such buzzkills!” Joffrey shouted, his voice echoing off the high ceiling as he waved his phone in the air, already recording.I scrambled for every possible excuse in my head. “Guys, please, it’s literally eight in the morning. I haven't even had coffee yet, and my feet are—”“No excuses, Sunshine,” Jeffrey interrupted, a wide, thoroughly amused grin splitting his face as he planted a hand on Tyler’s shoulder, physically herding him a step closer to me. “You’re the internet’s favorite couple. We and a million other of your fans demand a victory celebration.”Tyler immediately tried to dig his heels in, his deep voice rumbling with clear irritation. “This is stupid. I’m not doing some couple dance at eight in the fucking morning. I look like I just rolled out of bed.”“Too bad!” Jeffrey and Joffrey said in unison, clearly having way too much fun. Jeffrey gave Tyler another firm shove forward while Joffrey blocked any

***A MAJOR PIECE***Flora’s POV“Pretty please, Ty?” Allie cooed, lashes fluttering with exaggerated desperation.I stared at Tyler, silently screaming at him.DON'T YOU DARE!But as the silence stretched, I couldn’t stomach another second of this pathetic shit..Fuck this.I hauled myself out of the pool, water streaming down my clothes. Marching past Tyler, my wet feet slapping against the concrete, I stopped directly in front of Allie. I bent down, hands on my knees, and offered her my back.“Hop on,” I said, my voice calm. “I’ll carry you inside.”Allie recoiled as if I were holding a knife to her throat. “What? Are you insane? Get away from me!”I didn’t move. Glancing over my shoulder, I gave her a cold, mocking smile. “What’s the matter, Allie? You said you couldn’t walk a single step. I’m offering you a free ride. Let’s go.”“Get out of my face, you're not the one with strong arms.” Allie barked, her face squeezing in disgust. “Tyler, look at her!” Allie shrieked. “Tell her to

***HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF***Arthur’s povI stared into the vanity mirror, yanking the crisp collar of my tailored black shirt into a perfect line.My fingers moved as I buttoned the cuffs. My gaze drifted to the desk where a thick, cream-colored envelope lay open. I picked it up, scanning it contents again, and let out a short laugh that scraped through the quiet room.“You’ve done well, Arthur,” I said to my reflection. “If I hadn’t pushed Tyler to his absolute peak, the boy would have been nothing but a waste of Sinclair blood. Everyone in this house should be on their knees thanking me. I gave them luxury, I built an empire on my hard work.”The door clicked open and Eleanor stepped inside, immaculate as always but carrying that same submissive posture she always wore around me. She approached and pressed a brief kiss to my cheek.“Lunch is ready, Arthur. The Mayor’s car just cleared the gates.”My mouth curved into a grim smile.“Excellent. Let’s not keep our man waiting.”The din