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Isaac ran after her to get her to take medicine just in case to protect against any infection. Next day Adrian woke early as usual. He found half of Tim’s small frame was lying over him. Gently moving him aside he put a blanket on him tucking him in. He picked up his phone and read the news. The club was partly destroyed. All their money was burned down. It was a huge loss, he knew Lucas must be going crazy right now. Natalie had already called the media before informing them about some celebrity feud which they bought but instead caught all the footage of the money spread around which couldn’t be covered up. Now even the headlines were about the club and their black money. Trevor who was in

Videos everywhere. Grainy, shaky, loud. Someone had caught the whole thing — Daniel’s mouth running, the shove, the punch, the chaos. I didn’t have to watch it twice to feel the heat rise in my neck. And the comments were already rolling in. “Didn’t know Carter was into the QB’s sister.” “Guess he likes the charity cases.” “Hero complex much?” I shut the phone off and set it face down on the table before I threw it through a wall.

CLEVELAND. Connor & Co Real Estate Firm. Helen's POV. There was something soothing about the lawyer's party that Kingsley held, and for the first time, I stayed up really late at night. Even though my body was exhausted from meeting new people. I loved everything about Cleveland, and having Kingsley spend the remaining hours of the party with me was super fantastic. I must say, he isn't just a devilishly hot CEO but a one hell of a crazy Alpha male.

"Dafuq!" I've never seen grown men so close to crying. "Is this a joke?" Was heard from more than one corner while on the screen, some asshole had made a loop of the NFL theme song and put it up on YouTube. "Did our wives do this?" Quinn asked, looking close to tears. "What infraction have we committed this time to warrant this?" "That's just pure evil." Devon looked like he was in shock. "They've been acting up a lot lately, you notice?"

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

"Really. This could save my spot on the team." She leaned back. "The gay rumors are stupid anyway. Hockey players can be whoever. But I get it. Money and image rule everything." "Yeah," I agreed. "Vance and the front office want the perfect picture. No complications." We finished dinner and stepped outside. Cameras flashed from across the street. Some paparazzi must have heard. "Showtime early," Clara whispered. She pulled me close and kissed my cheek. "Smile, Evan." I smiled and waved like it was real. "You are the best ex a guy could ask for."

Ethan shouted. Liam didn’t say a word. Just clenched his jaw and looked away. I wanted to disappear right there. Practice ended tense and quiet and while I was backing up video files a notification buzzed on my phone. Then another. Then ten more. Then it kept multiplying within minutes. My heart dropped immediately when I checked, what is this? A video had gone viral. The clip I filmed earlier of Liam shirtless and teasing the camera. Someone screen-recorded it and added the caption “Hottest player in the league???” and boom hundreds of views, almost getting to a thousand within a few minutes.

"Hobi, right now I ask you to stop saying anything, I know that what I did yesterday was a very big mistake but I feel so very relieved and enjoy it all. And I also know very well that Austin is a very perfect man therefore I understand very well because he is my husband. But I can apologize to you not to try to interfere in this matter anywhere this is a problem that is indeed not worth comparing with let alone thinking about it too far, because after all I don't want to continue until finally this will affect everything. " "If you only love each other or admire each other of course I would never mind at all, but the problem is this is too much and I don't even know how to respond to all th

“By scouts. By the athletic department. By the NCAA compliance office. You represent this program every time you step off this field.” The whistle blew. They broke apart. Ethan stepped onto the mound and rolled his shoulders once, grounding himself in routine. Being watched. Chloe’s voice drifted back to him. You guys are everywhere online already. He’d seen it too. Clips of last night’s party floating through Campus Central. Slow-motion videos of him and Liam playing Pong. Someone had added dramatic music. Another account had captioned it: Bastian’s Golden Boys. He hadn’t reposted. He hadn’t liked it.

"Yeah. About that... I dunno if she still does. The manager was shouting about shutting doors. Looked ready to ban half the team for life." I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. Once again, I'd dragged Chelsea into my storm. Once again, I had fucked her over. "She's never gonna forgive me," I muttered. "Don't beat yourself up," Denver said, though his voice carried none of its usual ease. "Worry about Marshall. And the video." My head snapped up. "The what?" Denver grimaced. "The video of you turning Hartland into ground beef? Yeah, that's already circling. By morning it's on every feed in Crawford."