Todos os capítulos de Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

​KIERAN POV ​​"You don't think?," I growled, my hands clenching into tight fists on my lap, the split skin across my knuckles throbbing.."You don't think at all, do you, You get a little taste of confidence, and suddenly you think you're untouchable. You think a mafia heiress invites you out for a polite little chat out of the goodness of her heart?” ​"I'm not at fault here, Kieran," Yara fired back, her voice shaking but her blue eyes flashing with that stubborn defiance I was starting to hate because of how much it turned me on. She didn't shrink away from me. Instead, she leaned closer... "I didn't ask Selene to pick me up. She was waiting on the sidewalk. What was I supposed to do? Run away and look terrified? Show her that we truly have something to hide?" ​"You should have called me immediately," I said, leaning into her space until she was pressed against the door. The scent of her—something sweet and soft that didn't belong in my world—hit me full force, complicating the a

YARA POV ​Alaric stared at the screen, his jaw dropping slightly as he read the clause again with the new context. "Holy shit. She's right. If we sign this, the Donovans get direct access to our transit manifests, and if they leak our schedule or cargo details, we can’t sue them." ​Dominic let out a low whistle, looking at me with a mixture of respect and amusement. "Well, well. Our little law student just saved us a multi million dollar headache. And… possibly a massive security breach." ​I straightened up, smoothing down the front of my blouse. "It's a classic corporate bait and switch. The Donovans are smart, but his lawyers use the same templates for all their shell companies. I recognize the formatting from some of the donor linked files at my firm." ​For the first time since I entered the room, I let my gaze drift to Kieran. ​He was staring at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle strove in his cheek. There was a sudden, volatile intensi

​YARA POV​My ears were ringing. The sheer, unadulterated audacity of the man standing in front of me felt like a physical blow to my chest.​"what?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a rage so hot it burned the back of my throat.​Kieran didn't even blink. He stood there, unyielding, looking down at me with those cold, dead blue eyes as if he had simply cleared a minor conflict instead of completely controlling my professional life.​"I secured your time," he said flatly. "You're welcome."​"You secured my…" I choked on the word, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling up in my throat. I took a step closer to him, entirely ignoring the warning bells screaming in my head to keep my distance. I didn't care that Dominic and Alaric were watching us. "You had no right, Kieran! No right at all! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"​"I kept you from having to make an excuse," he replied, his voice smooth, devoid of any guilt. "You’re going to the Hamptons. It’s settled."​"It is not settl

​YARA POV ​I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers digging into the white linens. Kieran’s words still echoed in my head. 'To them we are dating. That means we share a room'. ​Every part of this setup felt like an elaborate trap designed to strip away the remaining pieces of my independence. He had already stolen 6 months of my life , manipulated my boss, and forced me onto this 5 days forsaken charity weekend. Now, I was expected to play the part of his doting girlfriend while sharing a bed with him. ​A sharp knock at the doors broke my train of thought. ​I stood up, pulling my sweater tighter around myself, and walked over to open them. Standing in the hallway were three women dressed in tailored black uniforms. They were pushing two massive, heavy rolling racks loaded with designer garment bags, followed by several large shoe boxes and velvet jewelry cases. ​"Miss Quinn?" the woman at the front asked, offering a polite, practiced smile. "I'm Lena. Mr Volkov requested that we

​KIERAN POV ​The moment Yara walked away, my eyes followed her. ​I was surrounded by four different franchise board executives spewing useless figures about next season's TV rights, but I couldn't process a word they were saying. My focus was pinned to the back of that midnight blue dress, watching her disappear past the marble pillars. ​"Kieran, are you listening?" Arthur Greene, the senior team director, cleared his throat, tapping his glass with a thick ringed finger. "We were discussing the sponsorship allocation for the European tour. Your father mentioned…" ​"Excuse me," I cut him off, not bothering to soften the bluntness in my tone. "I need to check on my partner." ​I turned on my heel before Greene could open his mouth to object. Dominic stepped into my path, holding a fresh glass of bourbon, his eyes darting toward the hallway where Yara had vanished. ​"She went toward the pool," Dominic muttered, lowering his voice so the surrounding guests wouldn't catch on. "I saw