Todos os capítulos de FALLING FOR MY BROTHER'S RIVAL: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Sophia’s PovNoah read the message over my shoulder, his eyebrows rising slightly. “Emma and Ethan? I didn’t even know they were spending time together.”“Neither did I,” I said, smiling despite my surprise. “Though now that I think about it, she’s mentioned him a few times lately. I just didn’t connect the dots.”We invited Emma over the next evening, and she arrived looking nervous in a way I had rarely seen from her, fidgeting with her sleeve as she settled onto our couch while Tyler proudly showed her his newest hockey drawing.“So,” I said gently, once Tyler had wandered off to find Grace, “what’s going on with you and Ethan?”Emma took a deep breath, a small, happy smile breaking through her nervousness. “We’ve been seeing each other for about four months now. I wanted to tell you sooner, but everything with your family has been so eventful, I didn’t want to add anything else into the mix.”“Emma, you could have told us anytime,” I said, reaching for her hand. “This is wonderful

Sophia’s PovI read the message twice, a grin spreading slowly across my face as the idea settled in. “Brothers on Ice,” I said, turning the phone toward Noah. “They want you and Mason to lead it. Two teams, made up of guys who used to be rivals, all playing together for the foundation.”“That’s perfect,” Noah said, laughing softly. “After everything, that’s exactly the kind of story people need to see.”We called Mason right away, and his excitement carried instantly through the phone. “They already called me too,” he said. “I said yes before they even finished explaining the details. Grace is already planning what she’s wearing.”Over the following weeks, plans for the exhibition game came together quickly, the league reaching out to former players who had once been fierce competitors, men who had spent years trading hits and harsh words on the ice, now agreeing eagerly to come together for something meaningful. Every ticket sold would go directly to the foundation, along with a por

Sophia’s PovI stared at the name on the screen for a long moment, the coincidence settling warmly through my chest. “Grace,” I said softly. “Not our Grace, but still, somehow, exactly the right name.”“Who is she?” Noah asked gently, reading the rest of the message over my shoulder.“A fifteen-year-old girl from one of the youth academies we started funding last year,” I explained, scrolling through the details the program coordinator had sent along. “She reported unsafe coaching practices at her own club, risking her spot on the team to protect two younger girls from something that could have hurt them badly.”“Just like Tyler,” Noah said quietly.“Exactly like Tyler,” I agreed, tears gathering as I read further. “They want to know if we’d be willing to meet her personally before the scholarship is officially awarded.”We arranged the meeting for the following week, and young Grace arrived at the foundation’s small office with her mother, nervous but clearly proud, her hands folded

Sophia’s PovI read Marcus’s question twice, feeling a warmth spread slowly through my chest. “He’s already thinking about helping other kids,” I said softly, turning the phone toward Noah. “He’s only twelve, and he’s already planning how he wants to give back someday.”“That’s exactly what this program was supposed to do,” Noah said, smiling gently. “Not just protect kids now, but teach them that protecting others is something worth doing their whole lives.”We called Grace the next morning, and her voice carried genuine excitement as she explained Marcus’s question in more detail. “He asked me directly during our last session. He wants a promise that the program will still be running in six years, when he’s old enough to apply as a mentor himself.”“Tell him yes,” I said without hesitation. “Tell him we’re building this to last generations, not just years.”Grace laughed softly, relief and happiness clear in her voice. “I already told him that, but I think he needed to hear it from

Sophia’s Pov“I think we ask him,” I said. “Just like last time. It has to be his choice.”We sat Tyler down that evening, explaining the invitation carefully, watching him process the idea with the same thoughtful seriousness that had carried him through his first presentation. He was quiet for a long moment, chewing his lip the way he always did when something mattered to him.“That’s a lot of people,” he finally said.“It is,” Noah agreed gently. “You don’t have to say yes. Nobody would think less of you either way.”Tyler nodded slowly, then looked up, something steady settling across his young face. “I think Uncle Tyler would want more kids to hear it. Not just my class. Everyone.”“Then we’ll help you get ready,” I said, pulling him into a warm hug. “Just like before.”Over the following weeks, we worked with Tyler to expand his small presentation into something that could hold the attention of an entire school, still simple, still honest, but shaped now for a bigger room and a