Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 175

Her. And my sister.

Mid–argument. Faces flushed, hands tense. Whatever this is, it’s a delight to watch.

I tilt my head, enjoy theatre.

“Huh,” I say softly, smiling to myself. “That was quick.”

Given how reclusive Taisiya’s been since the hospital results came in, I honestly doubted she’d even bother to read my message let alone care.

And really, it wasn’t even that difficult. A few minor adjustments to her medical records at a hospital Vanderbilt Holdings conveniently owns partial shares in, and voilà – her perfectly mundane malnutrition and stress–induced amenorrhea became a full–blown pregnancy.

Isn’t it fascinating? The things a single word — pregnant can make a baby–phobic woman unravel over.

But judging by the argument unfolding on screen, she got it just fine.

I tap my nails against the door panel, watching Emilia flinch and Tessa pace like a caged animal.

Surveillance has always been entertaining – people are so much more honest when they think no one’s watching. But as I flick to the live feed of my fiancé’s apartment–specifically, the room he thinks is his private surveillance hub – I realise time is ticking,

There’s a limit to how long I can sit here and spectate.

Some things need action.

And the first to go is the pitiful little spy he planted as my assistant.

I consider the options.

Firing would be too obvious.

An explosion, too theatrical.

Poison, though…

Clean. Quiet. Poetic, even.

But before that, I have more urgent matters.

“Amanda,” I say, stretching out my legs as I stare at the chaos unfolding on my phone. “Book the first flight to New York tomorrow.”

Her eyes flick up to meet mine in the mirror, faintly alarmed. “Do we have business there?”

Business. That’s such a polite little word for what I have planned.

No, this is personal. Delicate. Final.

And the last move before I, predictably, die.

“Better,” I murmur, smiling faintly. “I’ll be playing with my sister dearest for a while.”

EMILIA

“No.”

It slips out before I can stop it. Loud. Sure. Final.

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