The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 184

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Chapter 184

BRANDON’S POV

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I was just about to wrap up a high–stakes executive meeting when the sudden, sharp vibration of my phone cut through the

tension in the room.

The entire boardroom immediately quieted down, the shareholders freezing mid–sentence as I raised my hand to halt the discussion. I looked down at the glowing screen and saw Aria’s name Bashing.

I had received her sweet text earlier that morning, but I had been wrapped up in relentless, back–to–back corporate crises and couldn’t find a single second to reply.

A small, genuine smile automatically graced my lips at the sight of her name, and I wasted no time pressing accept. “Aria,” I murmured, my voice deep and warm.

But the moment the name left my mouth, a broken, breathless sob echoed through the speaker. The sound hit me like a physical blow. My entire body violently trembled with an instant, suffocating rush of protective pain.

The warmth vanished from my face, replaced by a terrifying mask of absolute fury. I didn’t care who was watching. I slammed my hand onto the glass conference table, my eyes locking onto the startled board members.

“Leave. Everyone out. Now,” I growled, my voice dropping into a deadly, unyielding register.

The shareholders didn’t need to be told twice.

They rapidly scrambled to gather their laptops and folders, practically tripping over one another to escape the boardroom and shut the heavy double doors behind them.

Once the room was completely empty, I pulled the phone closer to my ear, my chest heaving. “Aria, talk to me. What happened? Tell me right now.”

Through frantic, shuddering breaths and continuous tears, she told me everything.

She told me about the Vance family lawyer bursting into her private office, the daunting stack of custody papers thrown onto her desk, and the chilling speakerphone conversation with Julian’s ruthless father.

She gasped for air as she explained Mr. Vance’s arrogant threats to crush, her in court, ruin her career, and legally rip our little girl away from us.

“Brandon, I’m so scared,” she choked out, her voice entirely laced with absolute panic. “They want to fake my baby away from me. They want to steal Amelia. I can’t let them do that, Brandon. I can’t lose her.”

Hearing her cry like that sparked a roaring, blinding rage deep inside my chest, a savage fury unlike anything I had ever felt in my entire life. My jaw clenched so tightly it felt like my teeth would shatter, and my knuckles turned completely white as I gripped the edge of the table.

Those arrogant, pathetic bastards had no idea who they were dealing with. I was fucking richer than the Vances could ever dream of being, and our corporate empire wielded enough global influence to bury them ten times over.

Who the hell did they think they were? How dare they make the love of my life cry? How dare they threaten to take the beautiful little girl that Aria and I had both raised together while they were completely absent?

“Aria, listen to me very carefully,” I commanded, my voice dripping with absolute iron and certainty, forcing her to focus on my words.

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Chapter 184

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am leaving right now. I will be in your city tonight. For now, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down for me, sweetheart. I am going to personally hire the absolute best legal team money can buy in this country. Nobody and I mean nobody is taking Amelia away from you. If they want to get to her, they will have to go through me first.”

There was a brief, shaky pause on the line, and then she whispered the words that completely shattered whatever restraint I had left. “I need you, Brandon. Please, just come home.”

Those raw, vulnerable words broke something deep inside my soul, completely sealing my resolve. “I’m coming back to you, Aria. I promise. I am on my way right now.”

On the other end, I heard her forcefully wipe away her tears, trying to reclaim her standard corporate composure. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice still trembling but slightly more grounded. “I’m heading home right now. I just…I want to go pick up my daughter from school and hold her. I need to hold her close.”

“I understand completely,” I replied softly, my tone softening just for her. “Go get Amelia, head straight back to the house, and wait for me. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

The moment she softly murmured her goodbye and the call ended, the calm facade completely dropped. I pulled up my contacts and immediately dialed my primary corporate attorney’s private line.

The call connected instantly, and without wasting a single breath, I explained every explicit detail of the Vances‘ sudden custody filing.

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