Todos os capítulos de FALLING FOR MY BROTHER'S RIVAL: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Sophia’s PovTen years had passed since that snowstorm first trapped us together at the mountain lodge, and standing now in our kitchen on an ordinary Tuesday morning, watching Noah pack Tyler’s hockey bag while Grace argued cheerfully with him about whether her drawing supplies counted as “important enough” to bring along too, I found myself struck by how beautifully simple our life had become.“You can’t bring your entire art box to a hockey tournament,” Noah said, laughing as he zipped the bag shut.“I need inspiration,” Grace, now eight, declared with the same stubborn confidence she had carried since toddlerhood. “What if I want to draw Tyler scoring a goal?”“Then bring one notebook,” I said, smiling as I handed her a smaller bag already packed with exactly that. “I thought ahead.”Tyler, now thirteen and taller than I sometimes remembered to expect, rolled his eyes affectionately at his sister before pulling on his jacket. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”We piled into the ca

Sophia’s PovNoah read the message aloud, and I felt my heart skip with a mixture of pride and nervous uncertainty. “Skipping the regional camps entirely,” I repeated. “That’s a huge jump for someone his age.”“It is,” Noah said, setting the phone down carefully. “I want to talk to Mason before we say anything to Tyler. We need to understand exactly what this means before we get him excited about something this big.”We called Mason first thing the next morning, and he listened carefully as Noah explained Daniel’s message, his own excitement clearly building despite his attempt at measured caution. “That’s rare,” Mason said. “Fast-tracking usually only happens with players who show something truly exceptional. It means they see real potential in him, not just promise.”“But what does it actually involve?” Sophia asked. “More travel? More time away from school?”“It would mean regular training camps with the elite group, eventually leading toward international competition if he continu

Sophia’s PovI pressed the phone closer to my ear, Tyler’s excited voice carrying clearly across the distance between us. “They want to feature the foundation on international television?” I asked, hardly able to believe it. “During the championship broadcast?”“Yes,” Tyler said, breathless with excitement. “The reporter said millions of people watch this broadcast. She wants to interview me tomorrow morning before the game, just a short piece about Uncle Tyler and why the foundation matters to me.”Noah leaned closer so he could hear better, his own excitement clearly building. “That’s incredible, buddy. Are you comfortable doing it?”“I think so,” Tyler said, his voice steadying slightly. “I’ve talked about it before. This just feels like a bigger version of that.”We spent the next few minutes on the phone together, offering gentle guidance, reminding him to speak from the heart the same way he always had, to focus on hope rather than tragedy, on courage rather than fear.“You alre

Sophia’s PovI watched Noah’s face as he read the message again, his expression shifting from surprise into something quieter, more thoughtful than the excitement of previous updates. “Twelve countries,” I repeated softly. “In one week.”“It’s a lot,” Noah said slowly, setting the phone down on the porch railing. “Maybe more than we can manage carefully if we try to do it all at once.”Mason, who had overheard from nearby, walked over with his usual steady calm. “Growth is good, but growth without a plan can hurt the thing you’re trying to protect. Maybe it’s time to really think about structure, not just enthusiasm.”We sat together that evening once the children had gone to sleep, the adults gathering quietly in the lodge’s main room, discussing carefully what rapid international growth would actually require. Grace, now overseeing the entire mentorship division, spoke first.“We need local leadership in each country,” she said. “Not just licensing our name and story, but training p

Noah’s PovSophia laughed softly at Grace’s message, and I found myself laughing too, the easy warmth of it settling comfortably between us. “Tell her yes,” I said. “Though this time, maybe we give her actual flowers instead of letting her improvise with whatever she finds in the yard.”“She did make that bouquet of dandelions look surprisingly elegant,” Sophia said, smiling as she typed back a reply.Over the following weeks, planning the small ceremony became its own quiet joy, nothing like the elaborate preparations of our original wedding, simply a gathering of the people who mattered most, held once again at the mountain lodge that had come to mean so much to our story.We decided on a date in early autumn, when the leaves would be turning gold and red across the mountains, the same warm light that had surrounded us during our quiet week away together. Grace threw herself eagerly into designing invitations, her artistic skills now impressively refined, each card featuring a small