All Chapters of Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Hazel's POV "Let's do it," I whispered finallyJaxon studied my face for a moment before nodding. He didn't ask if I was sure. Maybe because he knew I wasn't because neither of us could afford to wait anymore.We walked back into the study together. This time, I wasn't looking for Rebecca,or searching for a photograph or a name that could explain why a dead girl had my face.I was searching for Rivers, the man who raised me and has been standing between me and the truth for eighteen years now.Jaxon pulled the TRUST folder back onto the desk while I stood beside him, watching his every movement. The room felt different now. It was the same place I had entered earlier that morning, the same shelves, the same desk, the same quiet but I wasn't the same person who had walked in.He carefully went through the documents again, this time with a purpose. We were looking for anything that explained why he had records connected to a girl who was supposedly dead.I watched Jaxon scan through pa

Trey’s POVThe storage room at the end of the athletics corridor was the least monitored space in the building, which was why I used it.Tiffany was already inside when I arrived, arms crossed, her blazer from the hearing still on. The composed version of her from the review room was completely gone. I closed the door behind me.“Well,” I said. “That wasn't so badly.”“Don't.” Her voice was flat. “Do not even for a second down play this. They have footage, Trey. The Actual footage. Someone submitted it to the board before we even walked in there today.”“I know, Tiff.”“Then you know we have a problem.” She stepped closer. “They asked about the script, the rehearsals. They knew the wording didn't come from Hazel naturally. How long before they start asking who wrote it?”I kept my expression even. "That's why we stay calm and say nothing."“Stay calm? That's your advice, Seriously” Her pitch getting high.“It's better than panicking in a corridor.”“I'm not panicking. I'm telling you

Hazel's POVI didn't say anything for the first few minutes. Jaxon also didn't push me to say anything. He was focused on the road, and that silence as awkward as it felt was soothing. I watched the neighborhood slide past the window. The familiar streets gave way to the broader road. But it wasn't long before the questions started flooding into my head.What if Mr. Oswald doesn't recognize me? What if he's not my father?What if he doesn't believe in my story?“Stay with me, Haz,” Jaxon voice came through breaking into my thoughts“I don't know who I am,” I said. “Rebecca Sterling. I keep saying it in my head and I don't know if it belongs to me or if it doesn't.”Jaxon was quiet but his eyes were fixed to me right now.“Not everything is supposed to make sense right now, which is why we would get answers ,” “I know but my mind is finding it hard to stop.”At this point he didn't say much, he just gave my hand his usual reassuring squeeze.“I am having cold feet now.”“You've been

Hazel's POVThe lobby had already been intimidating enough, but stepping into Oswald's office felt like entering an entirely different world. My eyes swept across the office, one entire wall was made of glass. From where I stood, the city stretched endlessly below us, buildings rising in every direction while tiny cars crawled along the streets like moving boxes. The rest of the office was just as intimidating, dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with trophies, awards, and framed photographs that captured snapshots from a lifetime of success. Everything about the room felt expensive, carefully chosen, and impossible to ignore.My gaze drifted across them absentmindedly and stopped at a photograph sitting on one of the shelves, and suddenly the office, the view, and everything else faded into the background. A younger Oswald stood beside a dark-haired woman and between them was a little girl.My breath caught. That was exactly the same picture that I saw on the internet. For a

Hazel’s POVThe drive back to Jaxon’s apartment was quiet. When we got back, I sat on the edge of Jaxon’s couch with my knees pulled up and stared at nothing in particular.“For weeks, I thought finding the truth would fix something. That if I just got enough proof, enough documents, everything would finally make sense.” I shook my head slowly. “Now I have a billionaire telling me he thinks I’m his dead daughter, and I feel less like myself than I have in my entire life.”Jaxon sat down beside me, close enough that his shoulder was against mine. “Everything is starting to make sense.”“Is it? Because nothing about this makes sense to me. If Rebecca Sterling is who I was born as, then who is Hazel? Was Hazel ever even real, or was she just a name someone gave me?”“Hazel is real, Hazel is the person sitting next to me right now.”“That’s not the answer.”“It’s the only answer I have, and I think it’s the right one. A name doesn’t erase eighteen years of life, Hazel. Rebecca might be wh