Deviant On The Ice
Everyone at the university knows Jarrah Vance as the untouchable captain of the hockey team. Rich, ruthless, and brutally cold, he commands the ice and controls the campus with an iron fist. Nobody dares cross him, and nobody knows the dark realities behind the locked doors of his seaside estate. Until Marlo Cleary stumbles into his sanctuary and finds a velvet box hidden beneath the floorboards. Inside lies a decade’s worth of unmailed letters all written about her. Every letter details moments she believed were completely private: the night her home burned, the shadow that protected her in an alleyway, and the exact moment he swore she would belong to him. When she confronts him, expecting denial or rage, Jarrah doesn't flinch. He calmly steps into her space, locks the door, and hands her a choice: walk away and pretend she never saw his obsession, or step into his violent, high stakes world and discover why the most dangerous man in Melbourne has been waiting for her all along. But as a web of lethal betrayals closes in around them, Marlo realizes the monster stalking her in the dark might be the only thing keeping her alive.
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Chapter: The Night BeforeMarloThe storm had passed, leaving behind a thick, freezing fog that clung to the dark glass of the windows. Outside, the world was completely blacked out. Pier 42 lay somewhere in that darkness a concrete trap waiting for us with open jaws.I sat on the edge of the massive, unmade bed, wrapped in a thick wool blanket. My knees were pulled up to my chest, my toes numb. Every muscle in my body ached, exhausted from the sheer emotional toll of the last twelve hours. The video of Cal bleeding in that chair was burned onto the inside of my eyelids. Siobhan’s warm, maternal smile behind the barrel of that revolver made my stomach turn into tight, sickening knots.Beside the dark fireplace, Jarrah sat at a low mahogany writing desk.He had stripped off his tactical gear, wearing only a plain black shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. A single tallow candle burned on the corner of the wood, casting long, dancing shadows across his hard profile. The light caught the silver lines o
Huling Na-update: 2026-11-06
Chapter: The Slow Burn IgnitionMarloThe estate was deadly quiet, but it didn't feel peaceful. It felt like the heavy, suffocating air right before a thunderstorm hits the coast.Rain drummed a relentless, rhythmic beat against the reinforced glass of the private study. Outside, the dark waters of Port Phillip Bay churned in the storm, but inside, the only light came from the low embers burning in the stone fireplace. The faint smell of woodsmoke, old whiskey, and wet leather filled the room.Tomorrow was the university hockey championship. Tomorrow, we walk onto the ice, right into Siobhan’s trap, holding our lives and the land trust in our hands. Tomorrow, blood would spill.I stood near the edge of the large wooden desk, my bare feet sinking into the soft rug. My coat was gone, leaving me in an oversized dark sweater that kept sliding off one shoulder. My hands were still cold, the memory of the syndicate broker’s thin, cruel smile in the parking garage echoing through my mind.Jarrah stood near the fire. He had
Huling Na-update: 2026-11-05
Chapter: Cal’s GambleMarloThe hum of the Monash University cafeteria was usually just background noise the clinking of cheap ceramic plates, the chatter of nursing students arguing over anatomy textbooks, and the steady drone of the espresso machine near the back counter.Today, you could hear a pin drop.I sat at a corner table near the ceiling glass windows, my fingers wrapped tight around a paper cup of lukewarm black coffee. My backpack sat open on the vinyl bench beside me, the dark screen of my laptop blinking quietly.Across the room, standing right in the middle of the crowded dining hall, were Jarrah and Cal.They weren't whispering."You've been bleeding out the accounts for two months, Vance!" Cal’s raspy voice boomed off the tile walls, harsh and furious. He stood chest to chest with Jarrah, his bruised, battered face twisted into an ugly snarl. "You think because your old man ran the syndicate networks that you can just skim the logistics funds and leave the rest of us holding the bag when t
Huling Na-update: 2026-11-04
Chapter: The Plan Takes ShapeMarloDust from the shattered study doorway upstairs still settled over the long wooden table in slow, grey motes. Above us, the heavy steel reinforced walls vibrated every time the coastal storm slammed another massive wave against the seawall, but down here, the red emergency lanterns held back the dark.On the table laid the blueprints of the Monash University Sports Complex the crown jewel of the land trust my grandfather had locked away twenty years ago.Jarrah stood over the plans, his massive hands planted flat on the map. He had changed into a dark tactical shirt that stretched tight over his broad back, his sleeves rolled up to expose the violent silver burn marks winding down his arms."The corporate board thinks they’re holding the emergency land seizure vote next Friday," Jarrah said, his deep voice carrying a cold, quiet authority that filled the room. "They're using the annual university hockey championship match as their cover. Every major donor, syndicate proxy, and bo
Huling Na-update: 2026-11-03
Chapter: The Voice on the Tape MarloThe red warning light on the computer monitor pulsed against the walls, casting long, frantic shadows across the dark study.Outside, the second explosion echoed through the cliffs, shaking the heavy concrete foundations of the estate and rattling the glass in our remaining windowpanes. But I didn't flinch. I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe.My ears were ringing, replaying the same three seconds of audio over and over again in my head.“We eliminate her before sunrise. Make it look like an accidental overdose at the estate.”It wasn't a stranger. It wasn't an anonymous syndicate voice hiding behind a modulator.It was Siobhan.Her voice had been so calm. So soft. The exact same gentle, schoolteacher tone she used when she tucked me into bed after my parents died, or when she baked me warm cinnamon rolls on cold Sunday mornings. She had spoken about my murder the way she spoke about grocery shopping or knitting a winter shawl.A cold, heavy numbness crept up from my finge
Huling Na-update: 2026-11-02
Chapter: The Leaked DriveMarloMy hands were still shaking so hard I could barely feel my fingers. Up in the hotel elevator, the seconds had stretched like thin wire before Jarrah moved. He hadn't flinched when those men raised their weapons. He had shoved me behind his massive frame, caught the barrel of the first submachine gun with his bare, scarred hand, and shattered the man's wrist with a sickening crunch before the doors could even close.We had barely escaped out the service stairs, dodging Siobhan's trap and racing back through the storm to the absolute safety of the Port Phillip Bay estate.Now, the heavy steel security shutters were locked tight. The house was dead silent, save for the low hum of the servers running in the corner of the room.Jarrah stood beside the mahogany desk. He wasn't wearing his tuxedo jacket anymore; he had stripped it off, leaving him in a dark, sweat-dampened dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The harsh white light of the desk lamp caught the jagged sil
Huling Na-update: 2026-11-01
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