Book one | Alexa Harvey, a celebrated actress known for her fierce independence and uncompromising nature, has always steered clear of the sports world. But when her latest film role requires her to shadow Jude Bellingham, a rising football star wit...
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The air inside the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium was electric, crackling with tension as fans filled the stands, their cheers and chants echoing through the hallowed walls.
It was the day of the much-anticipated El Clásico match, Real Madrid versus Barcelona—a game that had the power to make or break a season. The stadium, a sea of white and blue, pulsed with energy as supporters waved flags and sang anthems, the rivalry between the two teams palpable in the air.
Alexa stood at the edge of the pitch, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sheer magnitude of the event. She had been to a few football games before, but nothing like this.
The stakes were higher, the atmosphere more intense. And this time, there was something else—someone else—driving her anticipation.
Jude.
He was out there, somewhere on that pitch, preparing for one of the biggest games of the season. She couldn't see him from where she stood, surrounded by fans and staff, but she could feel his presence, a subtle thrum of energy that connected her to him even in the midst of the roaring crowd.
It was strange, how deeply she had come to care for him in such a short time. Their journey from enemies to... whatever they were now had been anything but conventional, and yet, here she was, anxious and excited in equal measure, all because of him.
She tugged on the ends of her scarf—white and blue, in honor of Real Madrid—as she searched the pitch for any sign of him. She wasn't sure if he knew she was here, and part of her wanted to surprise him, to be a comforting face in the crowd if things didn't go as planned.
The players began to emerge from the tunnel, the crowd erupting into a deafening roar as the teams lined up on the field. Alexa's breath caught in her throat as she finally spotted Jude, standing tall and focused, his gaze steely as he prepared for the game ahead.
He looked every bit the athlete she knew him to be—strong, determined, and ready to give everything he had. But there was something else in his expression, something that tugged at her heart. She recognized it because she had seen it in herself so many times: the weight of expectation, the pressure to perform.
And suddenly, all she wanted was to be there for him, to support him in the only way she knew how.
The referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the match, and the stadium erupted into cheers once more. Alexa found her seat in the stands, her heart in her throat as the game kicked off. She watched as Jude moved across the pitch with effortless grace, his every step calculated, his every move purposeful.
For the first twenty minutes, Real Madrid held their own, trading blows with Barcelona in a fast-paced, high-stakes game. But as the match wore on, it became clear that things weren't going in their favor. Barcelona's defense was relentless, and despite Jude's best efforts, they struggled to break through.
