All Chapters of My Hockey Ex Rigged the Dating Show?: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

~Third Person POV~Zane froze, his entire body going still as he stared at the little girl beside him.For several seconds, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.He could hear the children playing in the distance, the faint sounds of traffic beyond the shopping complex, and the rustling of leaves above their heads, yet everything seemed to fade into the background as Snow’s words repeated themselves in his mind.My hair is white, just like yours.He looked at her again, but this time he wasn’t seeing only the cheerful child who had dragged him around the playground.He was seeing the features he’d noticed at the memorial, the grey eyes that looked so much like his own, and the red hair that reminded him of Kiara.He had noticed the resemblance two weeks ago and wondered about it before dismissing the thought because he had no evidence to support it.But Snow had just told him that beneath the red colour her mother applied, her natural hair was white.Just like his.His fingers tightened

Zane’s POVI remained at the playground long after Kiara’s brother and Snow had disappeared from sight, staring at the entrance as though the little girl might suddenly run back towards me with another ridiculous request for a castle filled with chocolate fountains and teddy bears.It was strange how quickly the afternoon had passed. I had arrived at the shopping complex with no intention of staying for more than a few minutes, yet somehow, a five-year-old had managed to occupy several hours of my time without making me regret it.But that wasn’t what occupied my thoughts anymore.Her words were still playing in my head, and no matter how many times I tried to dismiss them, I kept returning to the same possibility.Her hair grew white and she had been born with it. Just like me.I dragged a hand over my face before finally reaching for my phone. There were several missed calls from Marcus, along with enough messages to suggest that he was probably preparing to have me declared missing

~ZaneMarcus glanced at the screen before looking back at me. “Then call her.”I laughed. “You make it sound very simple, Marcus. It’s not that easy.”“What exactly are you afraid of?” Marcus frowned, looking at me as though he just couldn’t figure out what Inwas thinking. I stared at him, and for a moment, I couldn’t find an answer that didn’t make me sound ridiculous.Was I afraid that she would tell me Snow wasn’t mine? That the resemblance was nothing more than a coincidence and I had allowed myself to become attached to a child who had no connection to me?Or was I afraid that she would confirm my suspicion?Because if Snow was my daughter, then there was an entire childhood I had missed, years I could never recover and memories that belonged to everyone except me.I would have to accept that Kiara had raised her without me, and I would have to understand why I had never been given the opportunity to be part of her life.I had no idea which possibility frightened me more.“I’m n

~Noah~There was a brief silence before he replied. “Find someone else to entertain you, Noah. I’m busy.”“You haven’t even seen what I have to show you.”“I don’t care what you have to show me.”I leaned against the doorframe, turning the pistol in my hand. “That’s a rather disappointing attitude to have towards your younger brother. I came all the way to invite you personally, and you’re rejecting me without even knowing what the invitation is about.”“Then consider yourself rejected. Now get out.”I laughed quietly. “Take your time. I’ll be waiting.”I left before he could throw something at me and returned to the room.I spent the next few minutes practising, occasionally glancing at the time. When Alexei finally appeared, he was wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair still slightly damp from the shower.He looked around the room before his eyes settled on me. Then he noticed the targets.His expression changed almost immediately.I was standing a few feet away from

~Noah~Perhaps he had finally grown tired of pretending I didn’t exist.Well, that was unfortunate for him because I had no intention of making things easier.My gaze slowly travelled towards the floor, where my pistol had fallen after he punched me. I didn’t immediately move towards it. Instead, I allowed my eyes to linger on the weapon, deliberately making sure he noticed what I was looking at.I even tilted my head slightly, as though I were considering whether to pick it up or leave it where it was.I knew exactly what was going through his mind.He remembered the last time I had held a gun in front of him, and I wanted him to remember every detail of it. The shooting range, Father’s instructions, the look on his face when he realised I wasn’t joking, and the bullet that had left a reminder of that afternoon across his ribs.I wanted him to wonder whether I was capable of doing it again.And judging by the sudden tension in his shoulders, my little performance was working.The mo