《HIS FORBIDDEN SURROGATE BRIDE 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

DamienThe overhead lights in the private trainer’s room hummed loudly It was 8:00 AM, two hours before the full team practice, but the medical wing was already open. I sat on the edge of the padded examination table, my shirt off, letting the head athletic trainer wrap my right shoulder with fresh white tape.The door opened without a knock.Sasha walked in holding a black clipboard and a lanyard with a clear plastic badge dangling from her neck. She wore a tailored gray suit jacket over a crisp white blouse, her hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her heels clicked sharply against the linoleum floor as she shut the heavy door behind her."Leave us, Jim," Sasha said, her voice smooth and professional. "I need to conduct the league's official pre-season physical review."Jim stopped wrapping the tape, looking back and forth between the two of us. "Damien, do you want me to finish this?""It's fine, Jim. Take five minutes," I said, my eyes locked on Sasha.Jim set the roll of medical tap

DamienThe floor was quiet. Anastasia sat at her desk, typing fast on her laptop with three open files spread out in front of her. I stood near the windows, scrolling through a text from Harrison about our bank status.Someone knocked twice on the glass door.Clara, one of our junior floor assistants, walked in carrying a massive glass vase filled with dark black roses. The bouquet was so large and dense that she could barely see over the top of the dark velvet ribbon tied around the middle."These just came for you at the front desk, Miss Anastasia," Clara said, stepping carefully around the leather chairs to set the heavy vase right on the front corner of the desk. "The delivery driver was very specific. He said they had to be brought straight up to your office immediately."Anastasia stopped typing and stared at the arrangement. "I didn't order any flowers. Is there a card?""Pinned right to the ribbon," Clara said, pointing at a small dark envelope. "Do you need anything else befo

Anastasia The security clock near the private executive elevator doors showed quarter past three in the morning. Damien had walked down to the subterranean garage ten minutes ago to check on the night security detail before we left the arena for good. He told me to wait in the main fifth-floor corridor near his office, but I needed to get the signed legal files I had left sitting on my desk. I didn't want to leave them sitting out overnight where anyone could look at them. I walked into the private lift, swiped my silver master key card across the scanner, and pressed the button for the main ground lobby. The heavy steel doors slid shut with a soft, airtight thud. The lift started descending smoothly into the concrete shaft, the floor numbers ticking down on the small overhead display. Then, halfway between the fourth and third floors, a harsh, metallic grind vibrated through the floorboards under my boots. The cab lurched violently to a dead stop, throwing me off balance. My shou

AnastasiaThe master bathroom of our penthouse was cold and quiet, the white marble counters lit only by the low ambient lighting beneath the mirrors.Damien stood in the middle of the room like a ghost. His suit jacket was gone, his black shirt torn wide open at the collar, and his forearms were covered in dark, drying blood that wasn't his own. He wasn't speaking. His large frame trembled with residual adrenaline, his jaw clamped shut so tight the muscles in his jaw twitched every few seconds. He stared straight ahead at the vanity mirror, but he wasn't looking at himself. He was still back in that fourth-floor elevator shaft.I walked past him to the large glass walk-in shower, turned the brass handles as far as they would go, and let the water run scalding hot. Steam rose instantly, filling the large glass enclosure and clouding the heavy vanity mirrors until the room vanished around us.I turned back to Damien and stepped right into his personal space."Look at me," I said, keepi

AnastasiaThe small, windowless conference room on the fourth floor of the hockey association building made me anxious,It was barely eight in the morning. Two tall guards in gray uniforms stood right outside the frosted glass door, their broad shadows blocking half the light from the hallway.Across the table sat Arthur Vance, the lead association auditor sent by the executive board. He had a thick leather binder sitting open in front of him, overflowing with printed financial statements, security logs, and printed transcripts from Sasha’s fake audio file.They had separated Damien and me the exact second we stepped through the front doors of the hockey arena administration office.Vance adjusted his black glasses, leaning his forearms heavily onto the open binder."Let’s start right from the beginning, Mrs. Vance," he said, his tone flat, quiet, and deeply practiced. "We have the audio recording that was dropped directly onto the commissioner’s desk at four o'clock this morning. We