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At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

We sat on our usual rock beneath the rising moon. After a moment, I exhaled. “Lexi’s son moved in.” Luca perked up. “And?” I looked at him. “It’s Leo Adams.” His eyes widened. “That Leo?” “That one.” Silence followed. Then Luca cursed under his breath. “Your rival?” “My nemesis,” I corrected. “Captain of the opposing Eagle hockey team. Campus heartthrob. Professional menace.” “And now?” Luca asked carefully. “My stepbrother.” The words tasted like ash in my tongue.

He handed the stack of papers to the man he considered his son. Knowing Leonel since he was mischievous and taking care of many things related to the boy's mischief, Chris was confident that in the future, the naughty boy would become a star in the Hartono family. His instincts were never wrong, right? Leonel Grisham was one of the most respected businessmen in New York City.

“The Ledger? Sounds like a boring accountant.” “He’s the man who is going to put a noose around your neck if you don’t find him first. He’s tactical, he’s invisible, and he’s angry. Don’t disappoint me again, Ronan. The family doesn’t have room for a son who can’t hold his own weight.”

What the hell? "Anyway, let me introduce myself properly." The car stopped because of a red light, the young man turned to face her. “I’m Wren Leath. Your boyfriend’s half older brother— I’m Dad’s legal son. ”

I whispered. "Sorry?" He let out a sharp, ugly laugh. He walked around the desk, his movements slow and predatory. "You're sorry? My business partners are calling me, Leo. They’re asking me why my son is in a viral video beating a boy half to death at some trashy party. They’re asking if I have control over my own house." "He was talking about—"

"I don't have any earpods on, Bash. No one is helping him." He grunted, removing his hand away from my face. "What about him?" He pointed to another guy. "Harry. Owner of a luxurious perfume brand. His son is a badminton player." I answered, feeling like a kid, answering his teacher. "Wrong. His son is a lawyer." I shook my head. "He is a badminton player. Wanna bet?" He immediately agreed. "You will leave if his son is a lawyer." I scowled at him. Son of a b.... No, I can't say that. Bash's parents are amazing people. After everything, he uses every opportunity to push me away. Fuckard.

Brant I was ready. This was the final round, and I couldn’t wait to face that motherfucker. My opponent was Don Franco’s man. I needed to defeat him not just for the victory, but so Franco would understand exactly who I was. No one would ever dare touch me again. I knew his son was the one who tried to cripple me, but Einstein never did anything without his father’s approval. Leslie walked up to me, confidence etched on her face, radiating from her stride. “Are you ready?” she asked.

Joseph said, patting his Son on the shoulder. “I’m not giving up. I’ll teach this Bitch a lesson. She will soon regret her actions and will be servicing my dick by this afternoon, or my name is not Leon Jones of the Jones family.” Leon took a stand and made a call.

I demanded. Dominic stepped closer, his eyes darkened dangerously. "Because your son is still in the hospital. He has acute lymphoblastic leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. I'm more than willing to help him if you let Selena go." He stated. "Do we have a deal, brother?"