Todos los capítulos de My Fake Boyfriend Is My Enemy Hockey Captain : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

KaneThe world stopped.Coach Hale's finger remained pointed at Mason.Nobody breathed.Nobody moved.Even the groaning of the collapsing rink seemed to disappear for a second.No.Absolutely not.My eyes snapped toward Mason.He looked horrified.Not guilty.Terrified.Like someone had ripped the floor out from beneath him.Lena froze beside him."What?"The word came out as a whisper.A broken whisper.Hale smiled.And I hated that smile.Because it looked like victory.Years of secrets.Years of lies.And somehow—He looked satisfied.The emergency lights flickered above us.Dust drifted through the air.The gas hissed loudly behind the collapsed wall.Still—Nobody moved.Claire's expression hardened."What are you talking about?"Hale didn't look at her.His eyes remained fixed on Lena.Then Mason."Ask him."The silence became unbearable.Mason shook his head immediately."No."His voice cracked."No."Fear gripped my chest.Because this wasn't how guilty people reacted.This wa

Kane"STOP HIM!"Claire's voice exploded through the corridor.Chaos erupted instantly.The man sprinted into the darkness.Concrete crashed somewhere ahead.Dust filled the air.And every instinct in my body screamed the same thing.Run.I took off before anyone else could stop me.Behind me, Rowan moved too.Fast.Faster than I expected for someone carrying years of grief and rage."Kane!"Lena's voice echoed behind us.I didn't stop.Couldn't.Not now.Not after everything.The man disappeared around a collapsed section of hallway.A flashlight beam danced across broken concrete.Then vanished.My pulse hammered.The rink shook again.The entire structure sounded like it was dying around us.Metal screamed somewhere overhead.Another section of ceiling collapsed behind us.Too close.Way too close.Still—We kept running.Because after years of lies, the truth was finally running from us.And neither Rowan nor I intended to let it escape.The darkness ahead swallowed everything.On

Lena"Evan!"Rowan's scream echoed through the collapsing arena.Then—Silence.The kind of silence that only comes after something terrible.Something final.My heart stopped.No.No.The world seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second.Even the groaning of the rink felt distant.Muted.Unreal.I stared upward through clouds of dust.Toward the broken catwalk hanging over the arena.Toward Rowan.Toward the empty space where Evan had been seconds ago.And suddenly—A massive crash exploded below.Metal.Concrete.Steel.Everything is collapsing together.People screamed.Officers shouted.Dust erupted upward like a storm.The entire arena shook beneath our feet.My pulse hammered painfully.Please.Please.Please.Claire ran forward immediately."Move!"Several officers followed her.Flashlights cut through the dust.Searching.Desperately searching.Cross didn't move.Not at first.He simply stared.His face was pale.His eyes fixed on the destruction below.Like he already knew.

RowanTwo Months LaterThe cemetery was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of quiet that made a person think.The kind that forced memories to surface whether you wanted them or not.I stood in front of Ava's grave with my hands buried inside my jacket pockets.The morning air felt cool against my skin.A gentle breeze moved through the rows of headstones.Somewhere nearby, birds chirped.Life is moving forward.Life refuses to stop.Even after everything.My eyes settled on the name engraved into the stone.AVA MORGANSimple.Permanent.Real.For years I had searched for answers.For years I had chased ghosts.For years I had carried anger like a second heartbeat.Now the truth was finally out.The lies had been exposed.The guilty had been arrested.The investigation had cleared my name.Everything I wanted had happened.So why did I still feel empty?I exhaled slowly."I figured it would feel different."The words disappeared into the wind.No answer came back.Of course not.Ava had alway

Ava's photograph sat on my desk.Face down.I couldn't look at it anymore.Not because it was graphic.It wasn't.It was worse.It showed Ava alive.Standing outside the old rink.Looking over her shoulder.Like she knew someone was watching her.Like she was afraid.My stomach twisted.Because whoever took that picture had been there that night.Watching.Waiting.Knowing.A knock sounded at my door.I jumped.My heart nearly exploded.Then Kane's voice came through the wood."Lena."Relief flooded me.I unlocked the door immediately.Kane entered first.Rowan right behind him.Both looked serious.Very serious.The moment Rowan saw the photograph on my desk, his face hardened."That's her."I nodded.My throat suddenly felt tight.Neither man touched the photo.Neither wanted to.Because somehow the image felt wrong.Like it carried something poisonous.Something dangerous.Kane carefully picked up the note.The one left behind.The one with the message.His eyes scanned it again.T