All Chapters of The Hockey Star Wants Me Back: His Secret twins: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Remember?" he said. with a raised brows,her eyes twitched also immediately and also her breath became uneven,she looked at the man before her who had a smirk waiting for her response. "Are you really the person I slept with on November 10th" she asked to confirm if he was truly the one. He raised her chin slightly and smile. "If it wasn't me then who could it possibly be,I know about our daughter and that why I want to reunite with her,marry me and I will make every single soul who wrong you pay dearly for theri sin" he muttered and she was shocked, this man knows everything including her daughter, has he been watching her? before she knew if he took the necklace and wore it on her,after that he kissed her slender fingers with a smile before walking away. Chicago couldn't even blink she was lost in thought, how come did he know so much about her life,including the betrayers and her daughter, what us this man really up to? "Boss lady how did it go" Yolanda broke her thoughts

In a luxurious presidential room,it looked chaotic with the things scattered on the Mable tiles. There were high heels,Beside the bed, shiny custom made shoes lay on the ground with a beige dress, bra, and panties...On a king size bed. The sleeping woman had a calm expression. She looked pure and delicate with fair and tender. Her black hair, like seaweed, was gently draped over the pillow. She was covered with a blanket, exposing her smooth shoulders with a few bruises, which looked particularly obvious and somehow sexy. There was a man sleeping beside the woman. His long and tanned arms wrapped around the woman's waist through the blanket. The corner of the blanket just happened to cover his lower body. His muscles were well proportioned, and his long legs were beautiful. His body was absolutely perfect."Oh..."Chicago frowned and moaned in her dream. She turned over lazily and continued sleeping. Chicago was in severe pain throughout her body. Rubbing her raw eyes, she moaned a

"Where are you, Arianna? Why aren't you picking up?" Dorothy complained for the hundredth time, pacing the room with her phone pressed to her ear.Arianna still wasn't back and wasn't answering her calls.Veronica had mentioned that it wasn't safe for freshmen to be outside their rooms at night. What if something bad happened to her?What if those troublesome seniors did something inappropriate? What if she was in danger right now?A flood of "what ifs" raced through her mind as she dialed again.Veronica wasn't spending the night here; she had gone to her boyfriend's place.Nessa had gone to a party alone, leaving Dorothy the only one left to worry about Arianna.After another failed attempt to reach her, Dorothy decided to leave the room in search of her friend, disregarding the potential dangers outside the safety of her room that night."Arianna!!" she shouted, sprinting down the corridor.It was freezing outside, and she didn't realize it was snowing until she stepped out of the

The morning sun peeked through Arianna's eyes, waking her from her sleep. As her eyes opened, they met the two dark ones belonging to Jace, startling her. She sat up, confusion written on her face. "Were you watching me the whole night?"He didn’t say a word but smirked. "You have class at 9:00, so hurry up and get dressed," he said, standing to leave."You still haven't answered me!" she pulled at his hand. "Are you acting like this because of Alberto?"He remained silent."Fine. I’ll stay away from him, but you have to tell me why.""I can’t, but you’ll find out soon."[CAMPUS]It wasn’t long after Jace dropped her off at the campus that all eyes were on her as she dismounted his bike. Murmurs and gasps filled the air, and some students began taking pictures, eager to post them in the school group."Thanks for the ride, but not for the attention. Everyone's staring at me just because I rode in on the almighty Jace's bike," she rolled her eyes as she removed the helmet."You should h

The candles were dying faster than my patience.By the time I checked the clock on the mahogany sideboard again, it was 11:17 PM. My husband was over three hours late for our third anniversary dinner.The steak I had spent the afternoon preparing was cold, a film of congealed fat hardening over the edges of the plate. The expensive bottle of Bordeaux remained corked, sitting beside two untouched crystal glasses.*He’s just stuck in a late-night board meeting,* I told myself, smoothing down the front of my silk dress. *The merger with the Silver Group is demanding. He’s stressed.*But the excuse tasted bitter, even in my own mind. It was the same excuse I’d used last week when he missed my birthday, and the month before when he forgot our dinner plans with his mother. I had spent three years being the perfect, understanding wife to Silas Thorne. I was the ghost in his empire, quietly fixing his flawed corporate proposals and restructuring