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Hockey King by Day, Forbidden Uncle by Night

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 839    |    Released on: 31/08/2026

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pulled me aside to a quie

lipped somethi

s a tiny phone, barely

ied so it's not easily detected by the academy's jammers," he whispered.

past few days, I had felt like a pri

Andrew!" I s

is wallet. "Take this, too. I know you're used to sp

ard, hesitated, t

ad froze my accounts to teach me a lesson. If I start spendin

d me get settled, found me a room, and even arranged things with the administra

w. Not on his money, not on his position,

t me, his shoulders dropping slightly as disappointment settled

dorm together. The moonlight stretch

ge Rover slowly approached from behind. Its engin

at an unhurried pace. The r

over witho

tt sat in th

. There was no expression on his face, but the brief look

. His expression change

ddenly felt as though we'd been c

looked at us for another second

ued forward and disapp

el the atmosphere between us had

looked at me. "Elena," he asked seriously, "do you

eat. I didn't know w

've always been grate

intense. "We grew up together. In my h

comfortable. I instinctiv

sonal knight since we were kids, solving all my proble

re two different things. I couldn't blur

rt him. I couldn't

push him away, but because accepting his feelings in ex

d smile. "Andrew, what are you talking about

asized the words "f

es dimmed. He gave a bit

thick with

said, making an excuse and fl

g to his footsteps fade away, my he

ne. The screen lit up, s

er but hesitated. I didn

were children. Now that there were feelings involved, ev

rotector. One without an

ced in my mi

n Ben

t iceberg of a director? Was I crazy? He probably wa

in frustration and decided to

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Hockey King by Day, Forbidden Uncle by Night
Hockey King by Day, Forbidden Uncle by Night
“I ran from his bed. Now he's buying my past-and coming for my present. Three years ago, I was exiled to Northridge Academy-a brutal hockey meat-grinder ruled by an absolute tyrant. That tyrant was Julian Bennett: my father's fiercest rival, the living legend of the NHL, and my legal uncle. In the freezing shadows of an empty rink, we crossed a line we could never uncross. Then, terrified of the fire between us and the secret growing inside me, I fled. Now, I'm back in New York for one night to secretly buy back The Tryst-a painting of our midnight embrace on the ice. But before I can claim it, Julian sweeps in with his VIP card, buying the canvas and trapping me against the gallery wall. Desperate to escape his suffocating grip, I weaponize our taboo: I call him "Uncle" in front of the flashing cameras. His answer? Dragging me into his Bentley with a cold, ruthless ultimatum: a mandatory DNA test to prove we don't share a single drop of blood. As the blurred lights of the rink and the city flash past, panic seizes my chest. If he proves we aren't family, I lose the only shield keeping me from falling back into his dangerous control-and worst of all, he'll discover the two-year-old hockey prince I've been hiding in the shadows.”