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The Striker's Forbidden Love

Chapter 7 The Video

Word Count: 1429    |    Released on: 09/09/2026

n for a long, useless moment befor

arking lot, catching her and Daniel from behind as they'd talked outside hi

g, her hand briefly touching his arm as she said somet

t also looked, if you wan

he made herself stop. Each time it looked a little worse, somehow, even though nothing in the footage actually changed, just her own im

o one, to the empty street. "Okay

lieve herself

zed again bef

ed say

thing,

up, and marched straight back inside to do the one thing she'd

on the first

breathless, words tumbling out

t, after the office. You can't hear a

ce tight, all business now, the s

breathing, could practically hear him thinking, could picture exactly the expression he proba

ad." He sa

iately regretted the sharpness in her own voice, but the fear underneath it n

ant it. "I'm not... I'm not great under pressure when

most of the time." Mia said, some of the tension

res." Daniel said, and there wa

nic in front of their team. D

d folder-carrying, you're just as freaked out as I am right now?"

t a career and a reputation. I spent six years of pro ball and five years o

ver from a bad season. I'm thirty-three and one

as carrying, he was carrying something heavier and longer, a whole career's worth o

o put all on you."

fair. Doesn't mean it i

down on her own kitchen floor for the second time that week, phone

k it is?" She as

rs, anyone who was at the ground both times these photos got taken. It's a

le for saying it out loud, hated how disloyal it felt even thoug

ing not to let her run too far down that road without more to sta

ook at everyone differently right now. Like I'm starring

might have been the beginning of a smile in his voice, "you'd

uring a crisis?" Mia said, hal

e he was smiling, wherever he was, and something about that st

ether reporting it risked confirming there was something worth reporting in the first place. It was a strange, careful kind of intimacy, the two of them s

s to." Daniel said. "An anonymous account and two blurry photos isn't proof of anything except th

wait."

to report, or until it stops." Daniel said. "I

ed a little despite herself, the exhausted kind of laugh that c

she'd expected. "You've got a match in two days. What

p schedule?" Mia asked, half teasing,

niel said, and it landed somewhere warm and unguarded in her

and hung up before her voice c

ion instead of the video for once the joke about the movie, the honesty about performance and panic, the w

the phone than about the video sitting in her messages, or the burner accounts, or the very real possibility that th

uzzed one final time that night. Not the bur

my office first thing t

blurred slightly, until the word important stopped meaning anything specific and just sat there, heavy and vag

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The Striker's Forbidden Love
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“She's fighting for the one shot she's always been told she doesn't deserve. He's the one rule he can't afford to break. Mia Torres clawed her way from a walk-on tryout to the best striker on her team. No academy, no scout, no shortcut just two years of proving, one match at a time, that she belongs. This season is everything: a national call-up is finally within reach, if she can hold her spot and keep her head down. Then Ironbridge FC hires Daniel Reyes. A former pro with a reputation for never once bending a rule, and the very first thing he does as head coach is bench her in her own season opener. What starts as a collision turns into something far more dangerous than either of them wants. Respect, forged in brutal training sessions and long nights breaking down game film. Then something underneath it neither of them can name out loud, because naming it means admitting the risk: coaches don't fall for players. Not if he wants to keep his career. Not if she wants to keep hers. But proximity has a way of wearing down every line they've drawn. And somewhere on the other side of a locked phone screen, somebody is already watching, waiting for the moment they slip.”