Todos los capítulos de Fake Dating The Hockey Star: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Katherine's POV​"Katherine Pierce," he said, looking up at me as he produced a velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring.​"Right from when we were kids, you've been such a nice person from a good friend to a wonderful girlfriend," he said, his voice steady and earnest. "You've shown me another dimension of love, and there's nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you."​I smiled, feeling warm tears blur my vision as a soft chuckle escaped us both.​"So please, take me out of my misery," he teased gently. "Will you marry me?"​I nodded, slowly stretching my trembling palm toward him. "Yes."​"Thank you so much," he breathed out, relief and triumph washing over his features as he slid the ring onto my finger. He stood up immediately, pressing a deep kiss to my lips before pulling me into a tight, possessive hug.​"I love you so much," he told me against my hair.​"I love you too," I responded softly, a shiver running down my spine

Katherine's POV​"Good morning, ma'am," Tyla greeted warmly as I walked into the office.​I had spent nearly forty-five minutes in front of my vanity mirror this morning, applying layer after layer of heavy foundation and concealer to completely cover the dark, painful bruise on my cheek.​"How are you, sweetie?" I asked her, forcing a seamless, practiced smile onto my face.​"I'm fine, ma'am! It's so good to have you back," she said happily.​"Thank you, Tyla. How are things running around here?" I asked, settling into my leather executive chair.​"Fantastic, ma'am! Business has been running smoothly while you were away."​"I know. I've been keeping an eye on the numbers," I told her with a soft nod. "Just bring me a complete rundown of all the recent shoots, okay?"​"I'll compile everything right away and send it straight to your email," she said respectfully before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind her.​The moment the door clicked shut, the fake smile slipped from m

Katherine's POV​"Good morning, ma'am," Tyla greeted brightly as she stepped into my office.​I looked up from my desk, the lingering resentment from the previous day's lies still heavy in my chest. "Do I scare you?" I asked quietly, leaning back into my leather chair.​Tyla blinked in genuine bewilderment. "What do you mean, ma'am?"​"You weren't at work yesterday, and you didn't even deem it fit to inform your direct employer. I had to find out from Maya," I stated, my voice sharp. "So maybe the fact that I'm usually so chill with you is what gave you the audacity to just stay away from work. I don't scare you, right? You aren't even afraid of losing your job."​"I's so sorry, ma'am, but I sent an email to your address informing you of my absence," she defended herself calmly, holding her ground.​"What email?" I scoffed, opening my laptop and aggressively clicking open my inbox. "I didn't receive any—"​I abruptly cut myself off. Right there at the top of my inbox was a notificatio

​Katherine's POV​It had been weeks, and the dark purple bruises across my skin had finally healed enough for me to step back out into the world. Returning to the office felt like stepping into an alternate universe after being trapped in my own home.​The moment I stepped off the elevator and walked onto my floor, I noticed a group of my female employees clustered together, giggling hushedly about something, completely unaware of my presence behind them.​"What's the ruckus all about?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.​They all spun around in unison, their eyes widening.​"Good morning, ma'am!" they greeted together, scrambling to look productive.​"We didn't know you were coming in today," Tyla said, stepping forward with a bright smile.​"Surprise," I murmured coolly.​The rest of the staff quickly scattered back to their cubicles, but as Tyla adjusted her posture, my eyes caught on the handbag resting on her arm. I froze, looking at it in quiet shock.​It was an original Di

Katherine's POV​"Where are you coming from?" Dominic barked the second I stepped into the house.​I glanced over at the clock—it was almost 11:00 PM. I had intentionally stayed late at the office, drowning myself in work because any place was more peaceful than this gilded cage.​"I'm coming back from the office," I told him, setting my handbag onto the sofa and looking around the foyer.​"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" he snapped, taking a long, threatening stride toward me.​Panic surged through my chest, and I reflexively shifted back in fear. "I said... I'm coming from the office," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs.​Dominic stopped, his dark eyes studying my terrified face for a long, agonizing second. Then, a chilling smile spread across his lips. "It's okay, I believe you," he said smoothly.​He closed the remaining distance between us and pressed a firm, possessive kiss onto my lips. "My pretty wife," he murmured against my mouth.​I forced a stiff, pract