OFFSIDE HEARTS: His Dr. Anchor

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he stadium, yet the world aro

messy dark hair, stinging my hazel eyes as I glare down at Julian Vance. Th

l from my hands.

am the captain. The designated penalty taker. But Julian physically shoves past me, snatches the

celebrating with the team, he walks straight over to me. He smiles, e

pping with absolute venom. "Clinging to your mother's ring w

ling me overrated. The silver ring bites into my chest. The relentless pressure surges for

e, blinding second. The mo

pound sponsorships. I don't care abo

ar and slam my fist strai

crashes into the grass, clutching h

dead silent. Then

Flash

s over, his face flushed with anger as he pulls a card from his p

ll me back, not even a glance at th

chain around my neck, spinning it hard. As I turn my ba

. And I have just destroyed my life

freezing, but my skin

nd fling it against the wall. It h

in my hands. The silence here is deafenin

s cold voice echoes in my head, the ghost o

e headlines will call me a monster. A ticking time bomb. My sponsors will drop me by m

hoing down the conc

orm, my fingers gripping my hair as the he