All Chapters of The Hockey Billionaire Who Erased Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

​POV: Atlas​I rubbed my temples while sitting at my desk because my head was still aching from the headache I had last night, and I looked up at Lysandra as she stood near the window with her notebook in her arms, her face set in that cold, guarded expression that made my chest tighten, before she could turn around and walk out the door, I leaned forward on my elbows and tried to get her to talk to me.​"Lysandra, can you just give me five minutes so we can talk like normal human beings for once?" I asked, looking at her eyes while I kept my voice as calm as possible, and I added, "I know you think I'm just some arrogant hockey player who likes to boss people around, but I am genuinely trying to understand why you look at me like I personally ruined your entire life."​Lysandra didn't step away from the window, keeping her arms crossed over her chest while she stared back at me with zero emotion, and she answered, "We have nothing to talk about outside of the equipment contract, Mr.

​POV: Lysandra​I walked away from the media cluster near the ballroom stage as fast as my heels could carry me, holding my red dress slightly up so I wouldn't trip over the hem, I nodded at Jason to let him know I needed a quick break from all the noisy reporters asking personal questions about our business.​I pushed open the glass leading out to the balcony, stepping into the quiet night, and I walked over to the railing to take a few deep breaths, placing my hands on the cool ledge while I stared at the city lights down below, trying to calm down after watching Vivian drag Atlas around like he was some trophy she owned.​I hadn't been standing there for even two minutes when the door behind me opened and closed with a soft thud, and before I could even turn around to see who it was, I heard Atlas's steps coming straight toward me across the balcony tiles.​"Lysandra, stop walking away from me every single time we end up in the same room," Atlas said, his voice sounding rough and

​POV: Lysandra​I stood near the balcony railing as Coach Victor pulled Atlas up from the floor, and Vivian immediately shoved her way past two security guards to grab Atlas's arm, her voice shrill and angry as she shouted at the hotel staff to clear the area.​"Get those photographers out of here right now, and stop letting these low-class people touch my fiancé!" Vivian yelled, tightening her grip on Atlas's arm so hard that her knuckles turned white, and she glared at me over her shoulder, adding, "We are leaving this useless event right this second, Atlas, before you embarrass our families any further in front of the board members!"​Atlas looked back at me over his shoulder as Vivian dragged him toward the ballroom exit, his green eyes wide and full of confusion while he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to me, but Victor stepped in front of him, blocking his view and guiding him forcefully through the crowd of reporters.​"Let's get out of here, Lysandra, the pre

​POV: Atlas​I sat on the bench in the arena locker room with a towel resting over my shoulders, fresh out of the morning ice practice, while my teammates were chatting loudly around me, but my eyes were fixed entirely on the small television screen mounted on the wall across from my locker.​The entertainment news channel was showing live footage from the restaurant downtown, and the camera zoomed in close on Lysandra walking up the front steps on Jason's arm, wearing a dark blue dress that fit her perfectly, while she smiled softly up at him in front of a dozen reporters.​"Look at that European tech couple, man," my teammate Marcus said, sitting down on the bench next to me while he unlaced his skates, and he gestured toward the screen with his hand, adding, "The news tried to say she was chasing after you at the gala last night, but she looks completely crazy about her husband, so Vivian's public relations team clearly lied about the whole thing."​I didn't answer Marcus, because

​POV: Atlas​I sat at the table right next to them while my chest felt like it was going to burst open from the anger running through my veins, and watching Lysandra press her lips so gently against Jason's cheek right in front of the whole restaurant caused something inside my chest to snap completely, my fingers tightened around the water glass in my hand without me even noticing what I was doing.​Before I could even pull my eyes away from her face, the glass shattered right in my grip, sending small sharp pieces onto the table while blood immediately started pooling in the palm of my hand and dripping onto the white cloth.​The entire dining room went completely silent as several restaurant guests gasped in shock, the head waiter came running over to my table with a stack of white napkins in his hands, saying in a panicked voice, "Mr. Devereux, you're bleeding very badly, please let me call our onsite medical manager or get an ambulance right now so someone can take a look at that