All Chapters of kiss me captain: The ice captain chubby fake girlfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Emma kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt so she wouldn't nervously fidget with her silverware. Across the small candle-lit table sat David, a man her aunt had insisted was a real gentleman. Over text, he had been charming. He talked to her every day, asked about her favorite books, and seemed genuinely eager. But that was before he saw her. The moment Emma had stood up from the waiting bench to greet him, his expression changed. It was a subtle but it was there, a half-second delay Before he gave a smile that Emma could clearly see was forced. Emma had seen that exact look too many times to count. The right person will see your heart first, Emmy,her grandmother used to tell her, pressing a warm cookie into her small hand. But standing in this upscale bistro, Emma knew the harsh truth: most people never looked past the surface to find a heart at all. "So," Emma said, "Your aunt mentioned you just started a new proj

Chapter 3A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks.Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.For seven long seasons, Ryan and Matt had been the absolute definition of a blood feud. They didn’t just dislike each other; they genuinely loathed every single thing about one another. If Ryan scored a hat trick, Matt would lay a bone-crushing hit on him the very next period. Their mutual hatred was the stuff of hockey legend, keeping sports talk radio alive for nearly a decade.Yet, here it was. A formal invitation to Matt’s wedding. Within hours of the news leaking to the press, the entire hockey world exploded with speculation. Sports analysts on every major network were losing their

Chapter 5 – What Have We Done? Marcus appeared out of the crowd, grabbing Ryan firmly by the arm. "We need to move, now!" the manager barked, signaling two team security guards to push a path through the shouting reporters. Behind them, the church was in total chaos. Matt was still shouting threats, Allison was screaming insults at Emma, and the media was chasing them down the aisle. Marcus dragged Ryan and Emma through a side door, slamming it shut against the madness. They walked into a small, quiet back room filled with extra church candles and old books. The sudden silence was deafening. Ryan leaned his head against the wall, the guilt eating at his stomach. He had used her. He had ruined her life to save his own pride. Emma sat on a small wooden chair, her face buried in her hands. Marcus paced the floor, his face pale as he looked down at his vibrating phone. "Ryan... we're in trouble," Marcus said, his voice unusually quiet. "I know," Ryan sighed, rubbing his face. "I'

Chapter 7 – New RulesRyan opened the door wide enough for her to come in and Emma almost opened her mouth.There was a huge difference between her parents' house and Ryan's. Her parents' house was big but not asbig as Ryan's, but it felt completely different. The rooms were filled with warm colors, soft rugs, family photos, fresh flowers, and decorations collected over the years. Every space felt cozy and full of life, like a home where people laughed, celebrated, and made memories in her parents house.Ryan's apartment was the opposite. It had smooth marble floors, windows from the ceiling to the floor, simple but expensive furniture, and a mix of black, white, and gray colors. Everything was neat and modern, with almost nothing out of place. It looked beautiful, but it felt quiet, almost like no one really lived there. Emma set her heavy suitcase down near the entrance, the small wheels squeaking against the floorboards. She pulled her wet hands into the sleeves of her hoodie, s

Chapter 9 – Fake Date DisasterMarcus stood in the center of the living room, holding a printed itinerary like a drill sergeant."Tonight is your first official public date," he announced, tapping a finger against the paper. "I've booked a corner table at Lumina downtown. It's high-end, highly visible, and the paparazzi have already been tipped off."He pointed a strict finger at Ryan, then at Emma."I need enthusiasm tonight. Smile. Laugh occasionally. Do not look like you're attending a mandatory execution. Ryan, you open doors for her. Emma, touch his arm when he says something funny. Make it look like you actually enjoy each other's presence. Make it look real."Ryan grunted, leaning back against the sofa."I'd rather face a penalty shootout with no helmet.""I'd rather bake for twelve hours straight in a broken oven," Emma countered, resting her chin in her hand.Marcus ignored their whining, tossing the reservation details onto the table."Seven o'clock sharp. Wear something exp