The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 51

The Lakon ice hockey tournament had begun, and whether I liked it or not, I was about to step into Leo’s world once more. This wasn’t just any match–it was a battlefield where legends were made, and failures were forgotten

Although I had decided to keep it professional and go with Echo, Jane insisted on watching

it live.

“Mommy, please! I want to see the live action.”

After several back–and–forth exchanges, I agreed with her and used a disguise to conceal my identity. Wearing masks and glasses covered our faces successfully.

At sharp eleven in the morning, Jane and I arrived at the stadium; Echo had bought front–row tickets for us. Seeing the spectacle of the rink, I imagined the scene of my Jane playing as a professional player in a few years by herself. I couldn’t wait for that day to

turn into a reality soon.

The commentators welcomed the hoMelodyble guests and gave a small speech on the significance of today’s event before the players Introduction.

his team Leo came out, dressed in hockey gear, his confidence made him prominent among members. He waved in our direction and mouthed, “Watch out!“, making me conscious. I shifted in my seat uncontrollably; someone must have informed him about my arrival

today.

But I didn’t respond, ignoring his attempt to gain my attention. Leo didn’t stop at it, he raised his brow and winked as the referee blew the whistle, making the fans behind me

scream.

Hah!

What a narcissist!

Well, the match started on a good note as both the teams were of equal caliber, they struggled to dribble the puck into the opponent’s net. Both goaltenders were on high alert.

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speed left others in awe. They stayed in the lane, forming common strategy known as triangle.

the puck, the left one and Leo passed it between them, making the goalie move from side to side. That strategy opened up the net for scoring opportunities, and that was what Leo looking for.

his team. The game became so intense after that, fixing my attention on every

His effortless moves were like the

corner and

always fascinated me. Leo would scoop the puck on the blade of the stick, and then the

mind–blowing!

more point was added to the scoreboard until the first break, foreshadowing the victory

The

anti–fan. When I clapped for him

it were me, I would have practiced for a better rhythm of

lazy shots, they aren’t

the attention of some spectators, who turned

with her.

epitome of perfection, he

are you talking about?”

Game Was Mine All

about to counter their analysis with more facts when I quickly covered her mouth. She was gaining unnecessary attention. Staying low key in the match

an impressive performance. The fans went

game interview, where the reporters

devilishly, Leo looked into my

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chatter in the crowd, an anxious voice slithered into

that Leo is trying to win over the

could tell from her tone that she