The Ice Queen's Comeback
I caught my boyfriend sleeping with my cousin/best friend. And three days later, I became the campus slut.
A single edited recording was all it took for everyone to turn against me. My boyfriend, my cousin, my teammates, even the aunt and uncle who raised me — they all believed the lies. Overnight, I lost my place on the hockey team, my scholarship, my reputation, and the only family I had left.
Cast out and humiliated, I transferred to a distant university with one goal: Start over.
I thought that leaving would end my nightmare but I was wrong.
My new team hates me. Their captain wants me gone. And my new coach, Vance Sterling, looks at me like I'm the last person he wants on his ice.
But hatred quickly turns into something neither of us can control. Stolen glances become secret touches, late-night practices become forbidden kisses. And before I realize it, I'm falling for the one man I can never have.
The problem is that if our relationship is exposed, we'll both lose everything.
Worse, the enemies who destroyed my life aren't finished with me yet. My jealous cousin. My cheating ex. A bitter rival determined to take my place. They're willing to lie, scheme, and destroy anyone who stands in their way, including the man I love.
Now I'm caught between the career I've spent my whole life building and a forbidden love that could cost me everything. And when a shocking secret from Vance's past collides with mine, I discover that the people who ruined our lives have been connected all along.
They thought they broke me.
Instead, they created something far more dangerous.
The Ice Queen is coming for her crown.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 20: The Vipers' NestClarissa's POVThe ambient noise inside The Guild & Roast was a soft, expensive hum of clinking porcelain, low jazz, and rich suburban gossip. It was the exact kind of high-end, discreet coffee lounge where people paid eight dollars for an oat milk latte just to ensure they wouldn't run into the general public.I sat at a secluded corner booth tucked behind a velvet curtain, my long legs crossed, tapping my freshly manicured acrylic nails against the marble tabletop in a steady, impatient beat."More water, miss?" the young waiter asked, hovering timidly near the edge of the booth."No," I snapped without looking at him, my dark eyes fixed on the glass front doors. "I’m waiting for someone."He scurried off just as the heavy brass door handles turned.A tall brunette stepped into the cafe, wearing a tailored cream wool coat with a real fox-fur collar and leather riding boots that screamed generational money. She paused in the entryway, pulling off her gloves and scanning the room with
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 19: Crossing the Blue LineAsya's POVI stood at the blue line, my hands rested lightly on the top of my stick, my breath blooming in soft mist clouds. "You're positioning your defense too wide on the power play, Coach. If I take the lane inside your left skate, you can't close the angle in time."Vance was standing ten feet away at the center circle, stripped down to a heavy dark thermal shirt and his track pants, holding his own stick with a casual, broad-shouldered power. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his jaw."Is that a challenge, love?" his deep, gravelly voice echoed off the quiet glass walls. "Because I seem to recall intercepting three of your inside drives during yesterday's drill.""Yesterday I wasn't feeling my toes," I shot back, a bright, electric spark of playful competition rising in my chest. I tapped the blade of my stick twice against the ice, a crisp, sharp clack-clack. "Put a puck on the red line. One-on-one. Breakaway drive to the net."He let out a low, rich chuckle, the
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 18 - Making ContactSaraya's POV"Saraya, sweetie!" my mother’s polished voice echoed up the grand staircase, accompanied by the muffled clatter of silver platters. "The caterers for the New Year's gala are here with the wine pairings! Your father wants you downstairs to review the guest list!""In a minute, Mom!" I shouted back, my voice laced with a sweet, practiced composure that vanished the second I turned back to the screen. "I'm finalizing my training schedules for the athletic director!"I smoothed down the sleeves of my cashmere sweater, taking a slow, deep breath to steady the rapid thud of my heart. I couldn't afford to sound desperate. Clarissa Volkov wasn't some soft-spoken freshman walk-on you could corner in a hallway; she was the captain of a top-tier division-one team, a girl raised with the same ruthless, high-society polish as myself. If I approached her looking like an anxious gossip-monger, she would lock her legal doors, deny everything, and alert her cousin.I needed to frame this
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 17: Broken TrustVance's POVThe storm outside had subsided into a low, steady drone, but inside the office, the air remained thick with a fierce, suffocating intimacy. Anastasia was still sitting in my lap, her small hands resting flat against my chest, her heavy wool blanket draped over both of our shoulders like a dark, private tent.Her breathing was uneven, her heart fluttering against my palm where my hand rested over her side. She had just given me back a piece of my soul, looking into my eyes and declaring herself mine with a fierce, terrifying conviction.But as the silence stretched between us in the freezing dark, I felt a tremor run through her body—but I wasn't sure if it was from the cold or if it was something else."You gave me your truth, Vance," she murmured, her voice dropping into a quiet, trembling register that made my instinct to protect her flare up instantly. She stared down at the dark fabric of my hoodie, her fingers twisting slightly into the cotton. "It’s time I gave you
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Chapter 16: Cold ComfortVance's POVOutside, the wind howled like a wounded beast, driving sheets of ice against the glass with a sharp, rhythmic *clink-clink-clink*. Inside, the temperature immediately began its slow, merciless drop into the single digits.Against my chest, Anastasia didn't move. Her small, fragile breath was soft and steady, warm against the exposed collar of my hoodie. Her long hair was scattered over my arm, smelling faintly of crisp winter air and sweet vanilla — a scent that had spent the last two months slowly eroding every single professional boundary I possessed.I sat with my back jammed against the hard steel frame of my oak desk, my massive arms locked tightly around her waist, anchoring her against my torso under three thick layers of dark wool.''Look at you, Sterling,'' I thought, my jaw clenching so hard a sharp pain radiated up into my temple. ''Thirty-five years old, head coach of a division-one collegiate program, shivering on the carpet like a delinquent high schooler.''
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-23
Chapter: Chapter 15: The WhiteoutAsya's POVThe storm slammed into the valley like a runaway freight train.By three in the afternoon, the pale, clinical sunlight had been swallowed whole by a dense, swirling wall of blinding white. The northern wind howled against the high clerestory windows of the Ice Den with a violent, rhythmic force, rattling the heavy iron support beams until the entire structure seemed to vibrate. Through the frosted glass near the zamboni entrance, I could see the snow piling up in massive, five-foot drifts, completely burying the side walkways and choking out the asphalt access roads.I stood by the home bench, my skate guards clicked onto my blades, unspooling a fresh roll of black friction tape over the toe of my stick. The air inside the arena was rapidly dropping in temperature, every breath I exhaled blooming into a thick, swirling cloud of mist that lingered in the still air."Visibility on the state highway just hit zero," Vance said, his gravelly voice cutting through the hollow roar
Huling Na-update: 2026-07-23
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