Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Celebrity crush became my husband : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~Jaxon~I didn't expect to hear that my mother was dead. When the news finally reached me, it felt like a punch straight to my gut.I was living in Spain, trying to put three thousand miles between myself and the toxic mess of my family. I thought I'd completely escaped, but a single phone call dragged me right back to the start.My mother was the only person in that house who ever showed me an ounce of real affection.Hearing that her heart just stopped didn't make sense to me. She was strong, or at least she used to be before my father and my dick of a twin, Raxon wore her down to nothing.The moment the call ended, I packed my single duffel bag and booked the first flight back to the United States.The entire flight across the Atlantic ocean was just me staring at the back of the seat in front of me, looping memories in my head.I kept thinking about how Raxon helped my father ruin my life just to save his own hockey career. They threw me away like trash because I found out what th

~Raxon~I sat alone in my dark room, staring straight at the white ceiling. My mind was full of anger and grief, spinning out of control.My mother was dead and I couldn't even process it properly. My hockey career was slipping right through my fingers.And somehow, fucking Nadia was at the center of it all. The girl who was nothing was now running my entire life.Jaxon walked into my room without knocking. He didn't say hello or ask how I was doing after the storm.He just started talking about the family ski resort up north. He said we needed to pack our bags and hide me away from the public eye immediately."The media is literally tearing you apart out there, Raxon," Jaxon said, throwing a tablet onto my bed. "The sponsors are threatening to drop you by tomorrow morning.""Why hello to you my dear brother. It's so nice to see you too." I said sarcastically but he just gave me this pointed look.I stood up fast and argued right back, my chest breathing hard with rage."I'm not goin

~Jaxon~I stepped inside the dimly lit room and closed the wooden door softly behind me. I didn't want to leave Nadia alone with that look on her face, so I moved closer. I handed her the letter with care, making sure our fingers didn't brush.Her small hands were shaking noticeably as she reached out and took the paper from my grip. She stared down at it like it was some kind of ancient relic that might crumble if she breathed too hard."Is this really from her?" Nadia asked, her voice breaking in the quiet suite."Yeah, it's her hand," I replied, shoving my hands into my pockets. "I found it tucked away in the back drawer of her vanity."The envelope was cream-colored and still smelled faintly of my mother's expensive lavender perfume. Joan's handwriting was elegant on the front, spelling out Nadia's name in neat cursive lines.Nadia slid her thumb under the flap and opened it carefully, focused on not tearing the paper. She pulled out the folded pages, her lower lip trembling just

~Raxon~I woke up early every single morning to train on the private rink at the resort. The ice was perfect and smooth, reflecting the bright overhead stadium lights.I skated hard back and forth across the rink, trying to clear the fog out of my head. But something was wrong with my game today, and I could feel it in my bones.My movements were sloppy, and my skates kept catching on minor edges. My shots were weak, barely hitting the backboard with any real power.I kept missing easy passes against the automated board, the puck sliding away from my stick. The deep grief about my mother and the constant anger were destroying my skills."Fucking move," I muttered to myself, breathing heavily as I bent over my hockey stick.I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my chest breathing hard as I looked toward the side of the rink. I noticed Nadia watching me sometimes from the shadows of the arena.She would stand quietly by the large glass windows or sit alone on the wooden benches near the e

~Raxon~The bright morning sun poured directly through the giant lodge windows, hitting my eyes. I had barely slept a single wink all night, tossing and turning until the sheets were tangled around my legs.I just couldn't stop thinking about Nadia falling hard on the frozen ice last night. I kept remembering how I stood there laughing at her from the deep shadows like a prick while she lay there groaning.A small, weird inkling of actual guilt hit me right in the gut, making me feel uncomfortable. I shoved the feeling away immediately because I didn't like feeling soft, especially not when it came to her.I walked downstairs to get some breakfast and found her standing in the kitchen, quietly making a fresh pot of coffee. She moved slowly, wincing a bit whenever she shifted her weight from one side to the other.She looked tired and sore from her massive fall on the rink. I leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched her grab a mug.I decided to co