Semua Bab SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Brielle’s POV.I sipped on my latte, listening to the whines of my colleague, who wanted me to fill in for her for a job. "Please, Bree," she tugged at my dress. "Be such a doll and help me this once." I rolled my eyes. "That's what you say every time.” “This is the last one, I promise."“I've also heard that one before.”She sighed and dropped into the seat beside me. “Come on, Bree. Think of this as your first big job. Don't you want to be the photographer for the national hockey team? They're the biggest team. You cannot just miss out on that opportunity.”“My question,” I said, facing her, "is why you want to miss out on that opportunity?”Her shoulders dropped. “I got a better offer abroad. So instead of declining, I thought of getting someone to fill on to secure the position when I get back.”Ah, so that was the issue.As kind as Paige was, she was ambitious. She wouldn't give me such a great opportunity while she had none. So I guessed the other offer must be good then. But

Brielle’s POVThe next day, I woke up hungover because I had stayed up last night drinking heavily to shut out the pain I felt. Paige had gotten wind of what happened and had called last night to tell me how disappointed she was that I couldn't keep my rebellious nature in check.“I’ll talk to Ford for you,” she had said before hanging up.I sighed. I was only trying to help her, and this was what I got for it. No doubt it was my fault for almost ruining our career, but I was already fired, wasn't I? Now that I had no job anymore, I didn't know what to do with my life. Finding a new job in New Jersey was not as easy as it seemed, but I hoped to get one soon. This was the time I missed my parents. As an only child, they would have been comforting me by now if I were to be in California with them. I sighed wistfully. This was one of the disadvantages of adulthood.My phone rang and I reluctantly got out of the bed to check who was calling. Immediately I saw who it was, I sat up despite

Brielle's POVWhen I got home that night, I opened the folder in which I saved the picture for the first time since I took it. I wanted to edit it before deleting it. When I saw the picture, my heart melted. It was a very beautiful picture. Chase's eyes were a warm blue, like a calm sea at night. The vulnerability and shock in his eyes made him even look more human rather than the idol that everyone adored him to be. This right here was evidence of a man who had put in all his effort and hard work into his career to get to where he was, whether his father was the owner of the club or not.I finished editing it after midnight and thought about sending it to him. But I was sure he would hate it if I did so, so I decided to leave it in my private folder. I deleted it from every other folder, made sure that even the agency wouldn't have access to it. Only I would have access to it in that folder. I turned off my computer and went to sleep. The next day, everybody was chanting in the are

Brielle’s POV."You're out of your mind," I snapped, ignoring the quick tightening of Director Ford’s chest as he watched the billionaire father beside us."Try me," Chase answered, his voice dropping into that dangerously quiet register that cut right through the hum of the air conditioner.John Kensington folded his arms, his cold grey eyes sweeping over me with clear distaste before settling back on his son. "Chase, this is absurd. The girl is a liability. You drop a lawsuit on her agency, let the legal team pull her credentials, and clear your name.""My name isn't getting cleared by a lawsuit, Dad," Chase said, not once breaking eye contact with me. "The picture is out. The internet already has it. A public lawsuit just makes me look defensive. Keeping her on a leash makes me look in control."Nate stepped up from the leather sofa, adjusting his jacket cuff. "He's right, Mr. Kensington. If she's fired, she can spin her own story to the tabloids. If she stays on as Chase's persona

Brielle’s POV."Are you threatening me, Nate?" I asked, taking a firm step back to keep my distance.Nate’s smooth smile widened, though his eyes remained entirely lifeless. "Threatening you? Not at all, Brielle. I’m giving you friendly advice. Chase is under enough stress without you filling his head with crazy hack stories. Just stick to taking pretty pictures."Before I could answer, he turned on his heel and strolled down the hallway toward the locker room, whistling softly. My pulse pounded in my ears. He wasn't just defending his friend; he was marking his territory.My phone chimed in my hand with a new notification. It was a formal press directive from Director Ford:Kensington Foundation Charity Gala tonight. 7:00 PM at The Grand Horizon. Full black-tie attire. You are Chase’s exclusive personal press shadow for the evening. Do not be late.I let out a shaky breath, shoving my phone away. A high-profile gala with John Kensington, the press, and Chase, all in one room.By 6:30