Monday morning in San Francisco started out like any other game-week morning—film study, practice schedules, press interviews. But for Brandon, something felt… off.
Not with his game. Not with his team.
But in the air. The way people looked at him. Whispered.
He was in the middle of reviewing plays when Coach Daniels walked in holding a tablet, his jaw tight.
"Brandon," he said. "You might want to see this."
Brandon took the tablet and pressed play.
Entertainment Buzz: BREAKING
"Former Disney star Peyton Meyer speaks out about the real reason Genevieve Hannelius left acting—and her controversial relationship with San Francisco 49ers quarterback Brandon Richards."
The video cut to Peyton, sitting in a dim studio, wearing that familiar fake smile.
"She just stopped showing up," he said. "It wasn't professional. And now the show's canceled. I think people need to ask… was it love? Or was it convenience?"
Brandon's jaw clenched.
Peyton wasn't just bitter.
He was starting rumors.
Meanwhile, across town, Genevieve sat curled up in her favorite studio recording booth—earbuds in, singing softly into the mic. She was halfway through a new track when her producer walked in, holding up his phone with a worried look.
"Genny… this just hit the internet."
Her heart dropped as she watched Peyton's face fill the screen. Her breath caught.
"No," she whispered. "Why would he…"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled the earbuds out. She didn't care about the fame. Or the headlines. But the idea that he was trying to twist the truth—to paint Brandon as some kind of scandal?
That hurt.
And that wasn't going to fly.
By lunchtime, the article was everywhere. Twitter. Insta. Sports blogs. Fan forums.
Brandon texted her:
Brandon: I'm so sorry, Baby. I didn't want our love dragged into this.
Genevieve: He's not going to ruin us. I won't let him.
Brandon: Meet me at the chapel? 3pm?
Genevieve: Already on my way, QB.
Inside the chapel, the peace was instant. Genevieve walked in with her scriptures pressed to her chest and spotted Brandon kneeling at the front, his face buried in his hands.
She knelt beside him without a word and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"I hate that he's doing this," Brandon whispered. "I hate that he's trying to make you look like someone you're not."
"I don't care what he says," Genevieve whispered back. "I care about what He says," she pointed to heaven. "And what you know."
They prayed. They read scriptures. They cried a little. Then they stood.
Brandon reached for her hand.
"I'd give it all up if it meant protecting you."
She shook her head. "Don't you dare. You don't give up football, and I won't give up us."
Brandon smiled, eyes shining with that same strength she always fell for.
And that's when she kissed him—right there in the pew.
Because love isn't built on avoiding the storm…
It's built on holding each other through it.
Meanwhile…
Peyton stared at his phone. The story was gaining traction—but not the way he'd hoped. The comments were full of support… for Brandon and Genevieve.
"This just makes them stronger."
"You can't break love with lies."
"Peyton's bitter. Brandon's a king."
He threw his phone across the room.
For the first time… he realized he might've just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Back in San Francisco…
That night, Brandon and Genevieve sat on the rooftop of his apartment. A blanket over their laps. Hot cocoa in their hands. The stars above.
Brandon turned to her and asked, "You still want this? With the noise? The headlines?"
Genevieve reached over and touched his cheek.
"Forever," she said.
And then he kissed her—slow and deep and full of promise.
The world could talk.
But they had each other.
And they had God.
And that was more than enough.