All Chapters of FAKING IT WITH MY EX-BOYFRIEND'S COUSIN THE HOCKEY CAPTAIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LILIAN Alex carried me out of the party as if I weighed nothing. Cameras flashed around us. Whispers followed us toward the door. We were about to step outside when Michael's voice stopped me. “Lilian can't exactly do without me.” My fingers tightened around Alex's shirt. I hated that a part of me knew he was right. I was always the one running back to Michael, even when he hurt me, making ridiculous excuses for him. I turned in Alex's arms and looked straight at Michael. “Why are you still obsessed with me?” I smiled. “I just introduced you to my new boyfriend.” The click of a camera sounded behind me. Fiona stared at us, anger flashing across her face. I smiled at her. “I hope you and Michael have a good time.” Michael scoffed. “You really think my cousin Alex would want you? You're so delusional, Lilian.” I ignored him and let Alex carry me outside. As soon as we were away from the crowd, he lowered me to the ground. I turned to face him. “Thank you, and I'

LILIAN “What?” I exclaimed, but before she could say anything, Mom called from downstairs. “Fiona, come for dinner.” Fiona gave me a smile as she headed for the door. “Where are you going?” she asked, glancing back at me as I got up from the bed. “Where else other than to eat?” I replied, and she laughed. “You don’t pity yourself,” she said before walking out of my bedroom. I followed her, my stomach already rumbling because I had a large appetite and, despite everything, I liked to eat. There had been a time when I practically starved myself trying to achieve a snatched waist just to please Michael. “Lilian,” Mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I entered the dining room. I blinked and looked toward her. “You actually came to eat?” she asked, laughing as she watched me pile food onto my plate. “You are unbelievable,” she added, shaking her head. “Mom,” Fiona called, dropping into her seat. I sat down and started eating, barely noticing the way Fiona’s eyes followed every b

LILIANI tried to pull away from him, but Alex kept me close, his eyes fixed on me. Was he leaning in for a kiss? My heart hammered against my ribs, and even with my eyes closed, I could feel his gaze burning into me.Then he suddenly pulled away, and his smirk made my eyes snap open. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Huh?” I blinked, still confused.“You asked me to stay like this for a moment,” I reminded him, looking down at my lap. His lips curved into an amused smile. “Look outside.”I turned toward the passenger window, but nothing looked unusual. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what game he was playing.“They've left that spot,” he said, nodding toward the front windshield.I turned my head and saw several students gathered outside, laughing with their phones raised. They were taking pictures of us. That was why Alex had pulled me closer.“Alex, that wasn't necessary,” I muttered, sinking lower in my seat.He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Are you tired of faki

LILIANAlex parked at the corner of the roadside and walked toward me, his eyes moving over my face.“What’s going on?” he asked. “I thought you had a car.”I looked away, fighting the tears threatening to spill. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him.“Come on. Let me drive you.”He opened the passenger door, and I climbed inside.“Thank you, Alex.” I buckled my seat belt. “I thought you were already at school. The first lecture is almost over.”He started the engine and pulled away from the roadside.“You know, you should be more concerned about yourself.”“What do you mean?”“Your—”“My GPA.” I cut him off, knowing exactly where he was going. “Don’t worry about me.”I turned toward the window, hoping he would drop the subject.“Today is the third day of our fake relationship, so we have four days left before we end this.”He glanced at me, his expression shifting.“I wanted to ask if that sits right with you. You don't seem to care about it.”I frowned. Why did he suddenly sound both

ALEX For five years, I had juggled hockey and lectures, trying to keep my GPA high while pushing myself to win every competition. It wasn't easy, but hockey was more than a sport to me; it helped me support my ageing parents. Today was another milestone, and the prize money alone would make me a million dollars richer. After years of sacrificing sleep, missing out on normal college life, and spending countless hours on the ice, the achievement felt worth it. A few days ago, my father had called while I was still at the hospital after my accident on the ice. My mother needed regular dialysis, and the bills were piling up faster than we could handle. Mr Williams had settled half of her treatment bill without hesitation. “You're a talented hockey player, Alex, and you've brought my organisation into the spotlight,” he'd told me, promising to help with my mother's treatment. I had thanked him more times than I could count. Today, with another achievement under my belt, I couldn't help