Todos los capítulos de The Hockey billionaire's secret son : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

POV: Daisy "You can definitely help with the paper ones," I said. "Let’s help my class get these art tables cleaned up first.”A long time ago, I didn't think a room like this could ever exist for me. I had been cast out, erased, and left with nothing in Willow Creek. But standing here now, watching my healthy, smart son wobble around collecting dry paintbrushes while my second graders stacked their plastic trays, I felt a deep, quiet warmth in my chest. I had built this life from scratch."Class, it's time to pack up," I announced, clapping my hands in a simple rhythm.The kids clapped the rhythm back to me and went quiet."Clean up your spots and grab your backpacks," I said. "Remember, tonight is Open House! Bring your parents back at six o'clock so they can see all the hard work you've put into your art folders.""Are we gonna have cookies, Miss Bennett?" one boy asked, wiping his messy hands on his apron."There will definitely be cookies," I promised with a laugh. "Now let's li

POV: JaceBefore Ethan could answer, an event handler knocked quickly and opened the door. "Jace? They're introducing you now. We need you at the side mic.""I'm coming," I said.I adjusted my cuffs, took a deep breath, and walked out of the dressing room into the hallway, following the handler past the backstage wings toward the brightly lit stage.The back of the auditorium was packed with media crews and reporters. Bright lights beamed down on the polished stage, making the air feel thick and hot. Photographers sat in the velvet chairs below, their voices rustling together.At the center podium, my mother stood behind a bank of silver microphones, wearing her standard polished smile. Behind her hung a massive vinyl banner printed with the Kingston Global Foundation logo and the words: SKATE & LEARN SCHOOL OUTREACH PROGRAM."...and so, through this initiative," Victoria's voice boomed through the loudspeaker system, perfectly crisp and confident, "the Kingston Global Foundation is b

POV: DaisyI walked back down the hallway to my classroom, taking slow, deliberate steps to keep my composure. I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it behind me.The room was relatively calm, though a few early-arriving students were already putting away their backpacks and settling into their seats. I walked over to my desk, set my canvas bag down, and pulled out my phone. I unlocked the screen and dialed Emma's number.She answered on the second ring. "Daisy? Is everything okay?""No," I whispered, keeping my voice low as a few early-arriving students hung up their backpacks across the room. "Principal Hayes just made an announcement to the staff.”"Is it about that unknown text message from last night?" Emma asked, her tone instantly concerned."No, it's about the Kingston Global Foundation," I said, leaning back against my desk. "They picked Maple Grove. They're bringing their community outreach tour here."Emma went quiet on the line for a second. "What?""It's not

POV: DaisyThe glowing screen of my phone went dark on the kitchen table, but the text of the official schedule stayed burned into my mind. A special foundation sponsorship had been added, inviting students from the local preschool to participate in the art session alongside the foundation representatives.My heart hammered against my ribs. Sitting alone in the kitchen, dread sat like lead in my stomach. I stared at my lesson plans, taking slow, deliberate breaths. I practiced how I would stand—shoulders square, face blank, voice firm—rehearsing over and over how to maintain absolute composure. I couldn't run away, and I couldn't hide. When Jace eventually walked through those classroom doors, I was going to stand tall, keep my guard up, and make sure he never found out about Oliver.I forced myself up from the chair and walked quietly into my bedroom. My muscles were tight, aching from the hours of rigid tension, but I knew I needed sleep. If I was going to act completely unbothered

POV: Jace"Daisy."The word hung in the air of the classroom, low and rough, stripping away all my rehearsed composure in a single second.I stood completely frozen beside Ethan, staring across the room. My knuckles were white where I gripped the edge of my black leather folder. All around us, small second-grade students and visiting preschoolers sat quietly at the low craft tables, their sample projects spread out before them.She was standing right beside her desk.Daisy looked different. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight, neat bun at the base of her neck. She wore a simple knit cardigan and flat shoes. Her face was pale, the soft freckles across the bridge of her nose standing out starkly against her skin.Her hazel eyes locked onto mine. The look in them was so cold, so guarded, that it felt like a physical blow."Is everything alright?" Principal Hayes asked, her bright smile wavering as she looked between us.Beside me, Ethan didn't move a muscle. His sharp gaze shi