All Chapters of CHOOSING MY EX'S HOCKEY RIVAL: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EVELYN'S POVYeah… Despite my determination and grudge, all I could do in the end was just watch as Liora's execution was being carried out last night. I couldn't hear what she said when the priest asked for her last words, but whatever it was… it was so unjustifiable for someone so young and innocent to die just like that.I waited all through the night, since Ryan said he was going to have me, and I'd readily prepared my pussy with lime, so that I would never get pregnant, but he never came… Thankfully actually.It was already a new day, and now I just count down until Dylan comes back from the cathedral cleansing, and I could make my move. I took a deep sigh as I traced my eyes towards my reflection, and I stayed in that position for minutes until I heard the lock behind my door unrattling.My head jerked toward the door, and in no time, it opened, then Ryan stepped in.“Morning, sunshine…” he muttered with a big smile plastered on his face.I didn't respond. I just traced his move

EVEYLN'S POVMy heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I mean… Why's my last resort this asshole to begin with?“I want to help you get your revenge and claim the kingdom.”He let out a small laugh as he sheathed his dagger and returned it to his waist belt. “You… Help me get my revenge and claim the kingdom… How exactly would you do that?”Yeah… I've actually been nothing, but a blockhead all this while. Because, tell me why I didn't see this question coming, and I'm just staring at him like a real dumbass?“I can become your eyes and ears inside these castle walls while you're away. And in the background, I'll be helping you gather supporters of your cause.”“Ryan sent you to do this, didn't you?” he said, and I got mad and pulled him to a well lighted area so that we could both see each other's faces.“Do I look like I'm happy staying here, or so I have any reason to be Ryan's lapdog?” I snapped at him.“Shush…” he placed a finger on his lip, while keeping a straigh

DYLAN'S POVTHIRTEEN YEARS AGOFor the next few days, Ryan barely spoke to me. Whenever I approached him, he found an excuse to leave, and when we happened to be in the same room, he acted as though I wasn't there. At first, I thought he was still upset about our father's decision to give me advanced sword lessons, so I stopped talking about my training whenever he was around.It didn't help.One afternoon, I found him in the courtyard, practising with his wooden sword. He had been at it for so long that his movements were becoming slower, but he refused to stop even when Oscar told him to take a break."Ryan, come and eat with me," I called from the steps, holding a plate of pastries I'd taken from the kitchen. "I saved some for you."He didn't look at me. "I'm busy.""You can eat while you rest.""I said I'm busy, Dylan."I stared at him for a moment, then placed the plate on the steps and approached him. "Are you still angry with me? Because if this is about the lessons, I can ask

DYLAN'S POV — ELEVEN YEARS AGOFor the next few days, I avoided Ryan as much as possible. I told myself it was because of my injured ribs, but the truth was that I didn't know how to face him after what I had overheard in the courtyard. I kept remembering the way he had spoken about the throne and how easily he had considered the possibility of treating me as an obstacle. The thought bothered me more than I wanted to admit because, no matter how much we argued, I had never imagined a future in which my brother would genuinely want to see me fall.Father eventually summoned us both to the training grounds, where Oscar was waiting with several instructors. He had been responsible for preparing us for the royal academy assessment, and from the serious expression on his face, I could tell that our training was about to become more demanding."You have three months before the assessment," Oscar announced as we stood before him. "That may seem like enough time, but neither of you is ready f

DYLAN'S POVELEVEN YEARS AGOI did not sleep well that night because Ryan's words kept returning to my mind, especially the way he had looked at me when he told me to keep what I had heard to myself. I had never seen him look at me like that before. Even when we argued as children, there had always been something familiar in his eyes, something that reminded me we were brothers and that no matter how angry he became, we would eventually find our way back to each other.But that night had felt different.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while I tried to understand what I had witnessed. The silver-haired official had spoken to Ryan as though they were equals, even though Ryan was still a prince who had not been given any real authority in the kingdom. They had discussed allies, information, and the people who would stand behind him when the time came to claim what he believed belonged to him.I knew Ryan wanted Father to respect him, and I understood why he was angry about the way h