Semua Bab FAKE DATING MY EX'S RIVAL HOCKEY STAR: Bab 1 - Bab 10

MIA'S POV"Can I seat?" I nodeded, not raising my eyes to look at him. I didn’t have to.Ryan Hayes was the National hockey star and Logan’s greatest rival and the playboy of Michigan University.Logan hated him that he wouldn't watch a match when he was playing. Logan used to say that he was too proud because he was a star. And that he was egocentric, not knowing that being a star wasn't permanent. That one day when he joined the national hockey team, he wouldn't be like him, that he would be different. And I had believed him.And I? Well, I hated him too and that, maybe because he was a heartbreaker but the main reason was because Logan hated him, so I did too. Call it loyalty."A star like you, shouldn't be here." I murmued, not wanting to look at him.I could already imagine him smiling at my heartbreak. He hated Logan, so of course he hated me too."Mia," he called. As him being here at the wrong time wasn't already too much, he took my hand, making me turn and look at him. To m

MIA'S POVThat night sleep refused to come. Images of my mother lying frail in her hospital bed replayed behind my eyes. Her shallow breathing, the monitors beeping steadily, the doctor’s quiet warning that her condition had worsened. I had sat beside her for hours, holding her thin hand, whispering promises I no longer knew how to keep. No money for better treatment. No more help from Logan. Only crushing helplessness.By morning I felt hollow, my eyes filled with dark circles. I dragged myself from Sophie’s couch and made a simple decision. Today I would retrieve my things from Logan’s apartment. I could not put it off any longer.“You are early. Could not sleep?” Sophie asked. She padded over to the small kitchen table and dropped into the chair beside me, her coffee mug warm between her palms.“How can I?” The words scraped my throat. “My mom is dying and there is nothing I can do to help.”Sophie reached across and squeezed my shoulder. “You are one of the smartest people I know,

MIA'S POVI could not sleep the whole night.How could I, in a house that did not feel like mine? Ryan Hayes’s mansion felt like a five-star hotel. Too grand. Too quiet. I sighed and sat up on the couch I had claimed the night before. My eyes scanned the luxurious living area. Marble floors gleamed under soft morning light. Expensive art hung on the walls. The entire place made me feel small and out of place.“Ouch. I need to pee,” I muttered, standing up quickly.I did not want to wake Ryan or ask for help. “I will find it myself.”I climbed the wide staircase, heart pounding. My grip tightened on the railing. At the top, a long hallway stretched before me with too many doors. Lights glowed softly even though the sun had risen. The house was eerily silent.My eyes caught a large framed photograph of Ryan in his hockey jersey, holding a golden trophy, a white ribbon tied around his messy dark hair. He looked confident. Victorious. Handsome.“God, you are cute,” I whispered before I co

MIA'S POVI stood in front of the huge wardrobe, heart still racing from everything that had happened. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the double doors. I pulled them open slowly.Inside, rows of clothes hung neatly. Casual jeans and soft blouses. Hoodies in my favorite colors. Comfortable sneakers lined the bottom shelf. Pajamas folded perfectly. Toiletries sat in a basket on one side. A warm winter coat hung on the far left. Several elegant handbags rested on a shelf above.I stared at everything, my mouth falling open."Did... did he buy all this?" I whispered. My voice came out small and shaky. Shock held me frozen in place. Amazement made my eyes widen. No one had ever done something like this for me. The thought made my chest tighten with a confusing mix of gratitude and disbelief.I reached out and touched a soft gray hoodie. The fabric felt expensive under my fingers. Everything looked new. Everything looked chosen with care. My mind spun. When had he found the t

RYAN’S POVLogan composed himself as quickly as he could before offering an apologetic smile to the guests, especially the coach and the sponsors.He was nothing here, just a newbie who did everything to get to the national hockey team and people's attention.Both Logan and Nyra smiled stiffly at the guests before walking toward the coach. They seemed to be in a serious conversation. But Logan’s attention was on us. I could see it by the way he kept staring at Mia and me, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight.“He would not cause drama, right?” Mia asked beside me.I turned to stare at her big green eyes. They were now wide. She looked scared.“He would not dare,” I assured her with the soft smile I realized she liked. She nodded.“Why then did he have to shout at the entrance?” Mia swallowed hard, her eyes not leaving mine. Even though I could see two pairs of eyes glaring at us.“He was just stupid and wanted people's attention.” I turned to Logan and our eyes locked.“But