My Fat Check To His Hockey Puck
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My poverty is a line item in their budget. My body is a punchline in their halls. And the king of this icy empire? He's my boss's son.
Anya's full-ride scholarship to Kingswood Academy is her ticket out. But it comes with a price: the relentless cruelty of the elite, led by
Levi Thorne—hockey god, billionaire heir, and the architect of her daily hell.
Her only refuge is her paycheck, the one that keeps the lights on at home.
The brutal irony? She earns it by cleaning his family's mansion.
The bullying follows her there, a smirk in the marble halls.
She survives by counting the days until graduation, until one vicious prank by Levi's ex goes too far. Waking up in the hospital, Anya expects more taunts. Instead, she finds Levi—furious, guilt-ridden, and fiercely protective.
The boy who wrote the checks for her pain is now cashing them on his own conscience. His "sorry" isn't just a word; it's a revolution.
He's calling off his friends, guarding her path, and looking at her like she's the prize, not the punchline.
But in a world built on labels, can the "fat scholarship girl" ever believe the love of the "golden hockey puck"? Or will the final check she writes be on her own heart to save it from breaking?
Anya's full-ride scholarship to Kingswood Academy is her ticket out. But it comes with a price: the relentless cruelty of the elite, led by
Levi Thorne—hockey god, billionaire heir, and the architect of her daily hell.
Her only refuge is her paycheck, the one that keeps the lights on at home.
The brutal irony? She earns it by cleaning his family's mansion.
The bullying follows her there, a smirk in the marble halls.
She survives by counting the days until graduation, until one vicious prank by Levi's ex goes too far. Waking up in the hospital, Anya expects more taunts. Instead, she finds Levi—furious, guilt-ridden, and fiercely protective.
The boy who wrote the checks for her pain is now cashing them on his own conscience. His "sorry" isn't just a word; it's a revolution.
He's calling off his friends, guarding her path, and looking at her like she's the prize, not the punchline.
But in a world built on labels, can the "fat scholarship girl" ever believe the love of the "golden hockey puck"? Or will the final check she writes be on her own heart to save it from breaking?

