The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Chapter 93

ARIA’S POV

For a moment, I thought I had heard wrong.

The word echoed in my head, loud and disorienting, but I needed to be sure.

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“The… what?” I asked, my voice slower this time, careful, like saying it too quickly would make it real.

The stylist paused, finally noticing the shift in my expression. “The Morettis’ engagement party,” he repeated, though this time there was hesitation in his tone. “It’s all over the media. I assumed you knew…”

He trailed off, his eyes scanning my face, realization slowly dawning. “Oh,” he added quickly, almost awkwardly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

I didn’t hear the rest. Because everything inside me had gone still. Completely still.

I turned slowly toward the mirror, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger I didn’t recognize. I looked perfect.

No, that wasn’t enough to describe it.

The dress hugged my body in all the right places, flowing just enough to soften the visible curve of my stomach while still acknowledging it. My skin glowed under the soft lighting, my hair styled flawlessly, my face carefully sculpted with makeup that enhanced every feature.

I looked like something out of a dream. Like a doll.

Beautiful. Untouchable. And completely out of place.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for my phone. I didn’t even realize I had picked it up until I was already unlocking the screen, my breath shallow, uneven.

Search. My hands moved faster than my thoughts.

And there it was. Images. Headlines. Names. Luca Moretti. Serena. Engagement Party. Tonight.

My heart slammed violently against my chest.

“No…” I whispered, barely audible. It couldn’t be. But it was. This wasn’t just any event. This was their event. The people I had run from. The people I had buried in the past.

The same faces that had watched me fall apart. The same voices that had whispered behind my back, laughed at my pain, turned my life into something ugly and public.

And now, I was walking straight back into it. Dressed like this. Looking like this. Pregnant. With a man they didn’t know. A man powerful enough to make them talk even more.

My chest tightened painfully. They would tear me apart. Not physically. But worse. With their words.

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With their looks. With their assumptions.

“She trapped him.”

“She moved on quickly.”

“She’s doing it again.”

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The thoughts came fast, brutal and unforgiving. And I couldn’t breathe. By the time the door opened again, I hadn’t moved.

“Aria.”

Brandon’s voice cut through the noise in my head, but it sounded distant. Far away.

He stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the room, but the moment his eyes landed on me, something in his expression shifted.

“You’re pale,” he said. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

My fingers tightened around the phone, my entire body trembling slightly.

“What is it?” he asked, stepping closer now, his tone sharper.

“I’m not going,” I said suddenly. The words came out fast, firm and final. There was silence. For a second, I thought he hadn’t heard me.

“What?” he asked.

“I said I’m not going,” I repeated, my voice unsteady but determined. “I can’t.”

He studied me carefully now, his gaze narrowing slightly. “You were fine a moment ago.”

“I’m not fine now,” I snapped, a little too quickly.

His eyes lingered on me, searching. Calculating.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said immediately. “Morning sickness. I don’t feel well. I shouldn’t-”

“Aria.” My name stopped me. His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it. Something that made my chest tighten. “You’re lying.”

I froze. My grip on the phone tightened, my heart pounding harder as I looked away. “I’m not-”

“Tell me the truth.” The words weren’t loud. They weren’t harsh. But they were firm. Unyielding. And somehow that made it harder to keep pretending.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. “They’re there,” I said finally, my voice quieter now. “All

of them.”

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He didn’t interrupt. “The Morettis,” I continued, swallowing hard. “Serena, Luca. They are people I used to know.” My throat tightened. “People I don’t want to see again.”

The admission felt like something fragile breaking loose inside me. “I left that place for a reason,” I added, my voice trembling slightly. “And now you want me to walk right back into it like nothing happened?”

He watched me, his expression unreadable. “I can’t do that,” I whispered.

For a moment, he said nothing. And then, “We’re going.”

My head snapped up. “What?”

“We’re going,” he repeated, his tone steady, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

A mix of disbelief and frustration surged through me. “Did you even hear what I just said?”

“I did.”

“Then why would you-”

“Because running doesn’t fix anything.” The words hit harder than I expected. My chest tightened.

“You think they won’t talk?” I asked bitterly. “You think they won’t look at me and judge me?”

“They will.” he said calmly. The bluntness caught me off guard. “But they won’t touch you,” he added, his gaze locking onto mine. “Not while you’re with me.”

Something about the way he said it made my breath hitch.

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