Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194

“I came here to mess with you a little,” she says, voice hardening. “But you’ve already ruined the fun. I shouldn’t have to spell everything out for someone who shares my blood.” She actually winces, like the thought physically hurts her. “And unless you stop dragging your feet and take real action against Stone, he’ll win the case and be back in the NHL before you can blink.”

The words slice through me like glass. She sees it. She doesn’t care.

“I’ll leave,” she says. “I’ll even remove the cameras from the bakery. And Adrian’s place. Consider it a peace offering.”

I blink. My ears are ringing. “You bugged my bakery? Adrian’s house?”

“Of course I did,” she replies, like I’m the idiot for asking. “Unlike you, when I get involved in something, I follow through.”

She places her cup on the table. “You can sell the rug, by the way, and all the furniture I bought. They’re worth a fortune. Might cover your rent for a few months. You’ll need it – I’m trípling it.”

Then, with a cruel little smile: “Think of it as me officially severing ties with my foolish, foolish older sister.”

She opens the door and walks out without looking back.

DIANA

I have no one to blame but myself,

This is what happens when you overestimate people. Emilia really is as pitiful as I remembered – not even interesting enough to provoke. Just exhausting.

I’m already heading for the elevator when I text Amanda.

> You have three minutes to get a car and prep the jet. Miss that window, and start rewriting your CV.

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I don’t care how impossible it is that’s what she gets for spying on me and not having the brains to do it right. No job that involves me is easy.

As I near the elevator, the doors slide open and someone steps out tall, broad, hoodie up, arms full. A bouquet of slightly wilted flowers in one hand, greasy paper bag in the other. It smells like overpriced pasta.

I pause, tilt my head.

So this is the idiot who’s been pacing outside like a lost mutt.

I should ignore him. I almost do. But then I feel it that tight coil behind my ribs. Not curiosity. Not interest. Just pure, sharp irritation.

And I act on it.

He doesn’t see me until I reach out and grab his arm.

He jølts, instinctively pulling back but I’m already close. His hood slips off

Pretty. Predictable.

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