All Chapters of The Hockey billionaire's secret son : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

58 Chapters

Chapter 1 — The Hearing

POV: DaisyThe heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, clicking shut behind Jace like a period at the end of a sentence I never got to finish.The silence in the room stretched, thick and suffocating."Well," Victoria Kingston said, her smooth voice cutting through the stillness. She adjusted her diamond bracelet, the stones catching the harsh fluorescent lights of the administrative office. "That settles that. Dean Whitcombe, we should notify the board immediately.""Mrs. Kingston, please," I whispered. My throat felt like sandpaper. I looked at the desk, where the forged high school transcript lay open. "Look at the dates. Look at the font on the school seal. It isn't right.""The font, Ms. Bennett?" The Dean let out a dry, humorless chuckle. He picked up his heavy fountain pen and signed the bottom of the expulsion order with a sharp flourish. "We are well past the point of amateur typography analysis. The school district verified the records. Your high school principal verified the

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

Chapter 2 — You Built Everything on a Lie

POV: JaceThe door shut behind me, the heavy click of the latch echoing like a gunshot in the quiet corridor. I stood in the hallway for a second too long. My gaze locked onto the dark grain of the wood paneling, staring at the swirling lines as if they could explain the disaster of the last twenty minutes.I had said it. You built everything on a lie.The words still tasted bitter, heavy, and wrong in my mouth. A sickening wave of regret crept down my spine. The words weren't untrue, but they were wrong in the way a weapon is wrong when you use it to execute someone you love.Just twenty minutes ago, my mother had stopped me in this exact hallway, sliding a thick manila folder into my hands."Read it before you go in," Victoria said. Her voice was low, smooth, and even. It was the tone she always used when she wanted an order to sound like protection. "I didn't want you blindsided, Jace. I know how much she means to you."Meant. She had already used the past tense, deciding the outco

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

Chapter 3 — Empty Halls

POV: DaisyI didn't fully remember the walk back from the arena — just the rain, and Ethan's hand steady at my elbow guiding me through it, and then somehow I was standing in my own doorway, staring at a crisp white envelope taped to the door: Immediate Move-Out Notice.I packed my entire life into two duffel bags in under an hour. The whole time, a campus security guard stood in my open doorway, his boots squeaking against the linoleum every time he shifted his weight. He was pretending to look down the hall, but I could see his reflection in the cheap vanity mirror.I didn't blame him. He was just doing his job. Everyone in this building was just doing their job.The housing coordinator had knocked at some point that evening, rain still hammering the window behind me, and handed me that envelope. I don't remember what she said. The guard watched out of the corner of his eye as I folded years of secondhand sweaters into a faded canvas bag that used to belong to my dad.My hands did t

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

Chapter 4: The Empire Moves On

POV: JaceI did train like I had nothing. That part, at least, wasn't an act. Five a.m. ice sessions, weight room in between classes, back on the ice again after practice until the rink manager kicked me out past ten most nights, running suicides until my legs gave out — because it was the only place in my life where I could make the noise in my head go quiet, even for an hour, even for a shift.I told myself I was building something — a legacy, a name, a life so big and so loud that it would drown out the memory of that hearing room: the long table under fluorescent lights, and the sound of my own voice saying you built everything on a lie.It didn't drown out. It just got quieter at the edges, so I almost couldn't hear it, most days.Almost."You've been off since the hearing," Ethan said, one night after practice, tossing me a water bottle in the empty locker room. Ethan Brooks had been my teammate since freshman year, and he had a way of saying things flat and plain, no dressing t

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

Chapter 5 — Willow Creek

POV: DaisyThe cab pulled up outside a house I'd known my whole life, porch light already on, my father silhouetted in the doorway before I'd even paid the driver. He didn't say anything when I got out — just crossed the yard in a few long strides and pulled me into a hug that smelled like dish soap and the same aftershave he'd worn since I was a kid. Neither of us spoke until we were inside.My childhood bedroom still had the same paint color, a soft yellow I'd picked out when I was twelve because I thought it looked like sunshine. It didn't look like sunshine anymore. It looked like a room someone had left in a hurry and never quite come back to, even though I was standing right in the middle of it.Willow Creek didn't forget things. That was the trouble with a town this small — everybody's business became everybody's business within about a day and a half, and by the time I'd been home a week, I could feel the shape of my scandal following me down every street like a second shadow.

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

Chapter 6 — Two Lines

POV: DaisyThe bookstore wasn't the last door that closed on me that week, but it was the one that finally taught me a brutal lesson: stop mentioning Kingston University out loud.After that, I stopped handing over character letters. I started answering every interview question with as few words as possible, praying that silence would shield me where honesty had failed.Three days later, I found the sign. It was a wrinkled sheet of notebook paper taped crookedly in the window of Value Foods, its edges curling and yellowed from the harsh sun. The grocery store sat at the desolate edge of Willow Creek, past the last blinking stoplight, right against the highway. Half its customers were long-haul truckers passing through—strangers who didn't know my face or my alleged crimes.I figured that distance might finally buy me a little room to breathe.***A woman was restocking the cigarette cartons behind the register when I walked in. A faded name tag reading BRENDA was pinned crookedly to a

Last Updated : 2026-07-19

Chapter 7 — Not Mine to Keep

POV: DaisyMy hands started shaking before my brain caught up to what I was looking at. I sank down onto the closed toilet lid because my legs simply stopped working.A baby.Jace's baby. It was growing inside me while he was off somewhere far from Willow Creek, pretending I'd never existed. While his mother sat in her marble office, completely insulated by her billionaire empire, congratulating herself on a job well done.Breathe, Daisy. Just breathe.I don't know how long I sat there before the paralyzing fear started to shift. It turned into something else—something sharper, steadier, settling low in my chest like a stone dropping to the bottom of a deep well. This baby hadn't done anything wrong. This baby didn't know about forged transcripts, ruthless locker room accusations, or a billionaire family with more money than God and less mercy than the devil.I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. It was still completely flat, giving nothing away."It's just you and me," I whisper

Last Updated : 2026-07-24

Chapter 8 — Static Line

POV: JaceDetroit had beaten us four to one.I’d been the one to cough up the puck on the second goal—a lazy, careless pass that landed right on the tape of their winger like I’d wrapped it up with a bow. Coach hadn’t said much in the locker room afterward. It was just that controlled, suffocating quiet. The kind that crawls under your skin worse than any screaming match ever could.By the time the team bus pulled up outside the hotel, the silence had infected the rest of the guys. They stared out the windows at a city that looked exactly like the last three we’d played in.I slipped away from the team in the lobby before anyone could rope me into a late dinner, muttering something about needing ice on my ankle. I needed out. I took the elevator up to room 412 alone.The room was standard-issue corporate beige. It was the kind of space so completely devoid of character it could have been anywhere. The second my gear bag hit the floor, my hand went straight to the minibar. Out of habit

Last Updated : 2026-07-25

Chapter 9 — Barely Holding

POV: DaisyThe alarm went off at four-forty in the morning. I was already awake, lying flat on my back, watching the ceiling fan spin lazy circles in the dark. I pressed one hand against the heavy, round swell of my belly.Six months along now. It had gone from a hidden secret to an obvious, undeniable truth in what felt like a single breath. The diner shift started at half past five, whether my lower back ached or not.I’d lost the grocery store job in my fourth month. I could still hear Brenda's voice, low and careful, echoing the whispers that had followed me down the aisles for weeks. "It's a liability issue, Daisy," she'd said, looking anywhere but at my stomach while we stood alone in the back stockroom after my shift. "And frankly, customer comfort matters. We have to think of the store's image." She hadn't wanted to let me go—she shoved an extra week's pay into my hand as she walked me to the door—but corporate had noticed the complaints. Her hands were tied.I spent two days

Last Updated : 2026-07-27

Chapter 10 — He Doesn't Get to Know

POV: Daisy"Whoa—hey, I've got you, I've got you."Strong, steady hands caught me right under the arms before I hit the hard tile, guiding me down slow. I blinked hard, trying to clear the black spots, and looked up into the face of a woman I didn't recognize. Dark curls fell loose from a messy ponytail, and a silver security badge was clipped to the lapel of a tailored navy blazer."Don't move yet," she said, crouching right beside me on the floor. Her voice was calm and grounded. "Just breathe. You're okay.""I'm fine," I managed to say, the words thin and rattling in my throat. "I just need a second. The room... it just went dark.""Yeah, because you're running on empty," she said, her eyes scanning my face before dropping briefly to my stomach. "How far along are you? About seven months, give or take?""Just hit seven," I murmured, leaning my back against the wall.She unzipped her leather work bag, reached inside, and pulled out a granola bar and a cold bottle of water, pressing

Last Updated : 2026-07-28

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