Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

AVAThe morning alarm didn’t even have time to finish its ring before my hand shot across the nightstand, smacking the snooze button into silence. For a few glorious seconds, staring up at the vaulted ceiling of the penthouse bedroom, I forgot where I was. I felt the steady, reassuring weight of Liam’s arm draped lazily over my waist, his breathing slow and even in sleep.Then, my phone buzzed violently against the wooden surface. I blinked, reaching blindly for the screen. The caller ID flashed Emily.Frowning, I swiped to answer, pulling the phone to my ear as quietly as possible so I wouldn't wake Liam. "Em? It's barely seven in the—"Ava, you need to get to campus right now," Emily’s voice rushed through the speaker, tight, frantic, and trembling with a level of panic that immediately sent ice water straight down my spine. "I don't know what kind of earthquake just hit the administrative mainframe, but there is absolute fire on the mountain. You need to be here before the morning

AVALiam, where are you going?!" I shouted, scrambling to my feet as his tall frame vanished around the corner of the towering bookshelves.Before I could even take a step to chase after him, Emily’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a firm, unyielding grip.Let’s go, Ava," Emily urged, her eyes wide with a mixture of urgency and lingering shock.I tried to pull my arm away, my chest heaving. "Let's go where? Emily, he just took off toward the administrative wing! He's going to tear the Dean's office apart, I have to stop him—"Home," Emily interrupted gently, cutting through my panic. "Let's go back to the penthouse.Are you insane?" I stared at her in disbelief, shaking my head as the reality of my morning came crashing back down.“Come on Ava, He’ll be fine.”"Liam will be fine, you say? Have you forgotten what just happened? He's furious, and I….I also can't just leave! I was given twenty-four hours to clear my academic status, and my locker.”""We’ll handle them later, you ca

LIAMNo," he whispered, his face inches from mine, the scent of expensive cologne sharp in my nostrils. "If I wanted to destroy your world, I would do it openly, legally, and with absolute finality. I wouldn't hide behind donor loopholes. I have far more efficient ways of managing my investments, Liam. And you are not nearly important enough nor is your little university romance to warrant the kind of administrative overhead you’re accusing me of.He slowly released his grip on my shoulder, smoothing down the lapel of his vest as he stepped back, retreating behind the protective barrier of his mahogany desk.The world is a harsh, unpredictable place, my boy," he said, picking up his fountain pen once more and looking down at the ruined portfolio page with mild irritation. "Sometimes, bad things happen to people simply because life is indifferent, not because there's some grand Machiavellian villain pulling the strings behind the curtain. Though I suppose it flatters your fragile sense

AVAThe morning sun cut through the campus quad in sharp, unforgiving shards, but the light felt entirely wrong….hollow, artificial, and far too bright for someone who had spent half the night crying into her pillow. My feet dragged against the paved walkway toward the administration building, every step heavy with a sickening mix of dread and exhaustion.My backpack felt like it weighed fifty pounds, packed with the cold reality of a future that had supposedly evaporated less than twenty-four hours ago.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in the kitchen staring at the flashing red light of my laptop screen, reading that sterile, bureaucratic sentence over and over again: Revoked.When I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the administration building, the familiar smell of floor wax and old paper hit me. I walked straight up to the front desk, my palms damp against the straps of my bag.I have an appointment to speak with Dean Sterling," I said, my voice barely

AVAAttached to it was a grainy, zoomed-in photograph of me walking out of Dean Harrison’s office this morning.,,looking shell-shocked, holding the reinstatement papers in my hand.I didn't just read the words; they felt like physical blows, sharp and merciless, cutting deep into my skin. The anonymous post laid out a vile, fabricated narrative, painting me as a manipulator who had used backroom seduction and illicit favors to force the administration into reversing my revocation. It mocked my background, tore my academic record to shreds, and suggested that every grade I had ever earned was a lie.And the comments... God, the comments were an abyss of pure hatred.Figures. A scholarship doesn't just get handed back unless someone's on their knees. Absolute gold-digger. Bet the Dean loved the private consultation. Kick her out of the department. Disgusting. Another scholarship thief riding the coattails of richer guys.My stomach heaved. A hot, suffocating wave of nausea rushed up my