Alle Kapitel von Fake dating my ex’s Hockey-star Brother: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

After the StormEthan's PovThe organization schedules a press conference for the following afternoon, and Diane strongly recommends I attend, both to address the situation publicly and to help control whatever narrative continues developing in the story's aftermath.Sophie helps me prepare in the cabin's small bedroom that morning, straightening my collar with careful, familiar hands while I run through talking points Diane and the organization's new interim communications director helped draft overnight. "You don't have to say much," Sophie reminds me. "Just enough to confirm the facts, express gratitude toward everyone who helped expose the truth, and redirect focus toward moving forward rather than dwelling on the details.""I know," I say, though nervous energy still churns uncomfortably in my stomach at the thought of standing before dozens of cameras and reporters after weeks of careful, private investigation. "I just want this handled correctly, Sophie. Not just for me, for Ge

What Their Father WantedEthan's PovMy mother's formal meeting about the estate shares arrives the following week, and walking into that same study where we first discovered the hidden will feels entirely different now, lighter somehow, despite the seriousness of the conversation ahead.Ryan sits beside me at the old wooden desk, Sophie close by my other side, while Victoria takes her place across from us, a folder of updated legal documents spread neatly before her. "I met with the estate lawyer yesterday," she says without preamble. "We've drafted the proper restructuring, exactly as your father originally intended. Equal shares between the two of you, effective immediately upon signing.""Just like that?" Ryan asks, something disbelieving coloring his voice."Just like that," Victoria confirms. "I should have done this years ago. I let fear of conflict between you both override what your father actually wanted, and that fear created exactly the kind of vacuum Marcus exploited so e

Exactly HereEthan's PovThe championship game arrives with none of the dread that colored our anticipation of it weeks ago, back when it existed primarily as the deadline for exposing Marcus rather than simply the culmination of a genuinely excellent hockey season.I skate out onto the ice for warmups, the crowd's energy building around me with the familiar, electric anticipation that first drew me to this sport as a child, unclouded now by the anxious calculation and careful strategy that defined every public appearance during the weeks of investigation. Sophie sits in the family section tonight, alongside Victoria and Ryan, a small but genuine family unit finally comfortable occupying the same space without the careful tension that once defined every interaction between them.The game itself unfolds as one of the best of my career, the team playing with a cohesive energy that feels different now that the organization has genuinely cleaned house, hired trustworthy new management, an

Not TonightSophie's PovThe restaurant Ethan chooses sits perched along the waterfront, intimate and quiet, candlelight flickering softly across white tablecloths while the city lights shimmer against the dark water outside the windows.I dressed carefully, though not formally, something soft and flattering that makes me feel genuinely beautiful rather than performing elegance for cameras the way so many of our earlier dates required. Ethan meets me at the entrance, and the way his expression shifts the moment he sees me, warm and unguarded, settles any remaining nerves I carried throughout the drive over."You look incredible," he says, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before guiding me toward our table.Dinner unfolds slowly, easily, conversation flowing between us with the comfortable familiarity of two people who have weathered genuine crisis together and emerged closer rather than fractured by it. We talk about Claire and Mason's new relationship, about my business finally stabi

The RingEthan's PovMason insists on accompanying me to the jeweler, claiming expertise he absolutely does not possess, though his genuine enthusiasm for the task proves oddly comforting as I stand paralyzed before a glass case filled with more ring options than I anticipated having to navigate."That one," Mason says decisively, pointing toward a delicate, vintage-inspired setting with a modest oval diamond. "It's elegant without being flashy. Exactly Sophie's style, from what I've observed.""How would you know her style that well?" I ask, though I study the ring he indicated with genuine interest."I pay attention," Mason says, mock offended. "Also, Claire mentioned Sophie admiring something similar in a magazine a few weeks ago. I may have filed that information away for exactly this occasion."I study the ring more closely, imagining it on Sophie's hand, and something settles with immediate, quiet certainty in my chest. "This one," I agree, calling the jeweler over to examine it