All Chapters of The Hockey Captain’s Curvy Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

119 Chapters

The Forced Assignment

I did not get to the top of the sports nutrition world by letting arrogant men dictate my worth. In my line of work, people looked at my plus-size body and made immediate, lazy assumptions. They thought a woman with curves couldn't possibly understand the mechanics of an elite athlete's fuel. But my client list proved them wrong. I had spent ten years building a reputation for precision, privacy, and results. I was the person billionaires called when their investments were breaking down from the inside out. Which was exactly why I was standing in the middle of a private airport hangar, holding a contract I desperately wanted to rip to pieces. "Sign the final page, Sasha," Arthur Kendrick said. His voice was flat, cold, and accustomed to absolute obedience. He didn't look at me. He kept his eyes fixed on the sleek private jet waiting on the tarmac outside. "My son is the captain of this franchise. If the media finds out his knee is compromised before the trade deadline, our

Last Updated : 2026-06-29

The First Battle

The clock on the kitchen wall showed exactly five fifty-five in the morning when I tied my apron.The house was completely still. I spent the first twenty minutes organizing my ingredients on the stainless steel counter. Everything was selected for a specific purpose: reducing inflammation in Rhys’s knee and accelerating his tissue repair. I knew exactly what his body needed, even if he refused to admit it.At precisely six o'clock, the sound of an uneven gait echoed down the hallway.Rhys walked into the kitchen. He wore his training gear—black athletic shorts and a compression shirt that showed the rigid lines of his posture. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was set in the same harsh lines from the night before. He did not say good morning. He simply walked to the high kitchen island and sat on a stool, his braced leg sticking straight out out into the aisle.I placed a plate in front of him. It contained a precise balance of lean protein

Last Updated : 2026-06-29

The Threat from Outside

By Thursday evening, a cold routine had formed between us. Rhys ate exactly what I placed on the kitchen counter. He did not like it, and he did not speak during his meals, but he cleared his plate. His training data was already showing a subtle shift; the inflammation in his knee was starting to decrease. I was in the office next to the kitchen, entering his daily caloric logs into my secure database, when the house went dark. The digital monitor on my desk shut down. The overhead fixtures died instantly, plunging the entire room into total blackness. I sat still for three seconds, waiting for the backup generators to click on. The Kendrick compound was a multi-million-dollar facility equipped with automated defense systems. It should have taken only two seconds for the auxiliary power to restore the grid. Nothing happened. The silence of the house became heavy and absolute. A sudden, sharp mechanical click echoed from the main entrance hall. It was the sound of the heavy electr

Last Updated : 2026-06-29

The Terms of the Lie

"Are you completely out of your mind?"My voice echoed sharply in the small, pitch-black pantry. I yanked my hand back, and this time Rhys let me go. I stepped away from him, my hip hitting the edge of a shelf, but I did not care. The anger inside me was beating like a drum."I had to stop the story, Sasha," Rhys said. His voice was a low rumble in the darkness, defensive and tight. "If he printed that injury report, everything would end tonight. The contract. The season. Everything.""So you drag me into your mess?" I walked out of the pantry and back into the open kitchen space.Even without lights, the massive room felt suffocating. "You just told a major sports reporter that I am your fiancée. I am a professional nutritionist, Rhys. My reputation is built on my medical results, not on being a prop for a billionaire's PR cover-up!""It was the only thing that would make him hesitate," Rhys said, his uneven footsteps following me into the kitchen. "A secret engagement is a bigger he

Last Updated : 2026-06-29

The Presentation

By Friday afternoon, the compound felt less like a medical retreat and more like a corporate war room.The contract was signed, but the execution had already begun. At exactly two o'clock, a white delivery van breached the security gates. Three women dressed in identical black uniforms marched into the main living area, carrying four massive mobile clothing racks and several heavy garment boxes.They were a professional wardrobe team sent directly by Arthur Kendrick."Miss Miller," the leader of the team said, checking a digital tablet. She did not introduce herself. She didn't look me in the eye. Instead, she scanned my plus-size figure with an objective, critical expression. "We have forty-five minutes before the live-streamed video interview with the sports network. Arthur Kendrick specified that your appearance must convey elegance, stability, and high-society status. We brought options to modify your silhouette."I stood in the center of the room, keeping my posture rigid. I

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

The Intruding Line

By Tuesday morning, the public relations storm had settled into a steady buzz. My phone was full of messages from business associates, but I ignored them all. I kept my focus on Rhys’s recovery. The numbers were getting better. His resting heart rate during physical therapy had dropped, and he was starting to put more weight on his injured knee without putting too much pressure on his hip. We were in the middle of lunch in the main dining area when the security alert sounded again. The chime echoed through the ceiling speakers. On the wall monitor, the electronic gates opened to let in a sleek, silver sports car. It wasn't part of Arthur Kendrick's fleet, and it wasn't one of the medical staff's cars. Rhys dropped his fork onto his plate. "Victoria." "Your sister?" I asked, watching the car stop near the main entrance. "She wasn't supposed to come here," Rhys said, his voice tightening at once. He gripped the edge of the table and stood, his straight leg making him tilt slightly b

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

The Midnight Shift

At midnight, the compound was completely silent. I sat at the small desk in the corner of the kitchen, reviewing the data from Rhys’s evening training session. The numbers were clear. His mobility was returning faster than expected, and his systemic inflammation was down by twenty percent. My nutrition plan was working perfectly. But my mind was not on the data. My mind was on the way Rhys had stood in front of his sister, risking his entire career to demand respect for my name and my body. The sound of an uneven gait broke the silence. I looked up as Rhys entered the kitchen. He had removed his heavy daytime medical brace, replacing it with a lighter compression sleeve for sleeping. He wore a simple gray t-shirt and loose athletic pants. He stopped near the island, looking surprised to see me still awake. "You are working late," Rhys said. His voice was lower than usual, stripped of the sharp edge he used during the day. "I am just finalizing your caloric intake for

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

The Media Assault

The private car arrived at the downtown luxury hotel at exactly seven o'clock on Friday evening. This was the annual Chicago Iron Charity Gala. It was a required event for every player on the roster, but tonight felt different. It was our first official appearance as a couple since the live interview. Helen Vance had made the rules clear before we left the compound: we had to walk the press line, answer the basic questions, and make it look like Rhys was doing perfectly fine. The car door opened. Right away, the flashing lights of forty cameras filled the inside of the car, going off one after another. Rhys looked at me from the opposite seat. He wore a sharp black tuxedo that hid most of the way he was holding himself, but his right leg was still completely straight under his trousers. He couldn't bend his knee normally. He had to use his upper body to get himself out of the car. "Are you ready?" Rhys asked. His voice was low, almost lost under the noise outside. "Yeah, I'm ready

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

The Internal Threat

The security gates closed behind our car at eleven o'clock. The quiet of the mountain compound was an immediate relief after the deafening noise of the hotel ballroom, but the tension from the gala followed us inside the house. Rhys walked straight toward the kitchen island, his movements stiffer than they had been before the event. The hour of standing on the hard marble floor had clearly taken a toll on his knee, leaving his leg almost completely locked. "Sit down," I said, dropping my evening bag onto the counter. "You put too much weight on that leg tonight. Let me check it before it gets worse." "I'm fine, Sasha," Rhys said, though his jaw was tight with pain. "It was just a press line." "It was still an hour on that leg," I said, pulling my assessment kit from the storage cabinet. "Come on. Sit down before you make it worse." He didn't argue. He sat on the edge of the barstool and stretched his injured leg out in front of him. I knelt on the floor and placed my hands again

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

The Digital Lockout

We left the training wing immediately. I led Rhys down the hall to the central security office, which was located just off the main foyer. This room contained the master servers for the entire compound. If someone had altered the gym equipment, they had either used a physical override key or somehow gotten into the local network. I sat in the main leather chair in front of the multi-monitor desk and booted up the security console. "What are you doing?" Rhys asked, standing closely behind my chair. "I'm trying to lock everything down," I said, my fingers moving across the keyboard. "If your father's security company set this whole system up, his people probably still have access. I don't want anyone getting in here again." "Can you even do that?" Rhys asked. "The compound is registered under your personal company, not the franchise," I said, checking the ownership files on the second screen. "You're the one who owns it. So I'm removing the outside access before someone else gets th

Last Updated : 2026-07-03

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