Todos los capítulos de The Ice King's Forbidden Heir: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

POV: Ava Bennett"You're doing what?" I said, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles went white as I paced my office an hour before the press conference was set to begin, my heels clicking sharply against the floor with every turn."I need you to trust me, Ava, just for the next hour, that's all I'm asking," Noah said on the other end of the line, his voice steady in a way I hadn't heard from him in six years."Noah, if you walk onto that stage and something goes wrong, Sterling could still bury my license review before we even get a chance to explain," I said, stopping at the window overlooking the arena where black cars were already lining up outside, reporters spilling out onto the sidewalk with cameras slung over their shoulders."Nothing is going to go wrong," Noah said. "David and I have everything we need. Just be there. Watch.""David," I repeated slowly. "You've been working with David.""For three days," Noah said. "He didn't tell you because he wanted to be sure before he

POV: Noah Callahan"You can't be serious about this," Dylan said, standing in the doorway of my office at the training facility, staring at the folded envelope sitting on my desk like it might bite him."I've never been more serious about anything, Dylan," I said, sliding the envelope into a leather folder and tucking it under my arm."You just won, Noah, you exposed Sterling, you got your daughter, Ava let you into her home last night, why would you throw away your contract now?" Dylan asked, stepping further into the room, genuinely confused."Because the league still hasn't cleared FrostTech's ownership review, and every legal analyst on television this morning is saying my presence on this roster complicates that review because of the scandal, because of my name being tied to two paternity claims in one month, even though one of them was a lie," I said, pulling my jacket off the back of my chair."So let the league sort it out, that's not your problem to fix by quitting," Dylan sa

POV: Noah Callahan"Are you sure she's ready for real skates? She's only four," I said, crouching down to help Eve lace up a pair of tiny white figure skates in the equipment room, her small foot barely filling half the boot."She's been begging to try them since the first day she watched you practice," Ava said, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, though her eyes were soft, watching us with an expression I still hadn't gotten used to seeing directed at me."I want to skate like Daddy," Eve announced, wobbling to her feet the second I finished tying the last lace, grabbing onto my shoulder for balance.Daddy. Three weeks in, and the word still hit me somewhere deep in my chest every single time she said it, like a gift I hadn't earned yet but had been given anyway."Okay, we're going to go slow," I said, standing up and taking both of her small hands in mine. "Hold onto me, and don't look down at your feet, look up at me instead.""That's what you told me the first time yo

POV: Ava Bennett"You're getting married," Sarah said, her voice pitched somewhere between a shriek and a sob through my phone speaker, loud enough that I had to pull it away from my ear. "You're actually getting married, and you didn't call me the second it happened?""It happened at eleven o'clock last night, Sarah, I've had exactly nine hours to process it myself," I said, laughing as I balanced the phone against my shoulder and pulled a folder of morning reports across my desk."I saw it on the news before you even called me," Sarah said. "The whole city is talking about it. Ava Bennett, engaged to Noah Callahan, again, six years later. It's like something out of one of those dramas we used to watch.""Please don't say it like that," I said, though I couldn't fully suppress my own smile."I'm booking a flight," Sarah said. "I need to see this ring in person before I believe any of it.""You don't have to fly all the way out here just for that," I said."Ava, I scrubbed red paint o

POV: Ava Bennett"Mama, my chest hurts," Eve said, standing in the doorway of my bedroom at two in the morning, her small voice thin and scared in the darkness, her breathing already audibly labored even from across the room.I was out of bed before I fully registered moving, scooping her up and pressing my palm against her forehead, her skin burning hot beneath my hand."Noah," I called out, already carrying Eve toward the bathroom where her nebulizer sat charged and ready on the counter, a habit I'd maintained without fail since the day she was born.Noah appeared in the doorway seconds later, pulling a shirt over his head, instantly alert despite the hour. "What's wrong?""Fever, and her breathing sounds wrong," I said, setting Eve down on the counter and reaching for the nebulizer mask with hands that had gone steady with six years of practiced fear. "Call Doctor Reyes, his number's saved under Eve's emergency contact."Noah had the phone to his ear before I finished the sentence,