บททั้งหมดของ Blindside Beauty : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The Colorado morning was so clear and sharp it felt like a new beginning. Alexandra stood on the porch of Jeremy’s family ranch, coffee mug warming her hands, the air tinged with sage and distant pine. The sun was barely up, but the ranch was already alive: horses nickering in the corral, the lowing of cattle, and the distant voices of ranch hands prepping for the day. She glanced sideways at Jeremy, who leaned against the railing, his own mug cradled in his hands.For a long moment, neither spoke. They just breathed in the quiet, the kind that only comes when you’re miles from anywhere, with nothing but work and sky ahead of you.“It’s beautiful here,” Alexandra said softly.Jeremy smiled. “It’s home. Even when I tried to leave it behind, it always pulled me back.”She nodded, feeling the weight of their shared history. The last time they’d been alone like this, things had been simpler-or maybe just less honest. Now, the silence between them was thick with everything unsaid.The crun

The drive back from Montana was long, but the return to Denver felt even longer. Jeremy and Alexandra rolled into the city late Sunday night, the skyline glittering in the distance, the weight of Alicia’s absence heavy in the cab of Jeremy’s truck. They didn’t talk much on the way home-both lost in thought, both wondering what the next week would bring.Monday morning dawned sharp and cold. The Cannibals’ practice facility was already buzzing when Jeremy arrived, coffee in hand, his mind still turning over the cryptic text he’d received the night before.You can’t ignore me forever, Jeremy. I’ll see you at next week’s game in Denver against Salina. Miss you!!!He hadn’t shown Alexandra the message again. He didn’t want to worry her, not with everything else on her mind.Inside, the team was quieter than usual. The locker room felt emptier without Alicia’s laughter, her easy confidence. Heather sat at her locker, scrolling through her phone, and Mo

The Cannibals rolled into Omaha on a wave of momentum and good spirits. After Heather’s record-breaking game, the ESPN feature announcement, and the stalker drama finally resolved, the team felt lighter than they had in weeks. The night before their showdown with the Cattlemen, Jenifer gave them a rare treat: a team dinner out at a bustling steakhouse near the riverfront.The restaurant was alive with laughter and the clatter of plates. The Cannibals took over a long table in the back, the players and coaches packed in, swapping stories and ribbing each other. Even Jenifer, usually all business, relaxed with a glass of wine, fielding questions from the rookies about her playing days.Julius Washington, always the ringleader, nudged Kris and Rico as a hush fell over the table. “Fellas, check out the bar,” he whispered, nodding toward a woman perched on a high stool, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a red dress hugging her curves. She was laughing with the

The news broke just after sunrise, and by the time the Cannibals arrived for morning practice, the world had changed. Sierra Maddox’s memoir wasn’t just a rumor anymore-it was a publishing event. The press release splashed across every sports site and social feed: “Back-to-Back: The Untold Story of Colorado’s Championships.” The cover was bold: Sierra, arms folded, stadium lights behind her, and in the background, a blurry image of Jeremy in his old Colorado jersey, helmet tucked under his arm, eyes fixed on the horizon. The publisher promised “locker room secrets, blurred boundaries, and the real truth about the men and women who changed college football forever.” By noon, the team’s group chat was blowing up with screenshots, memes, and anxious questions. Reporters crowded the Cannibals’ parking lot, cameras ready, hoping for a glimpse of Jeremy or Alexandra. Inside, the locker room was a swirl of tension. Heather scrolled through her phone, muttering, “This is insane. You’d thin

Jeremy’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he sped through Denver’s midnight streets. The city was a blur of neon and shadow, but inside his truck, the tension was suffocating. The anonymous message echoed in his mind: You survived today, JD. But the truth isn’t done with you. Meet me tomorrow, alone, or I go public with everything.Every traffic light felt like a test of patience. Every passing headlight made him glance in the mirror. He kept replaying the league owners’ ultimatum, the threats, and Alexandra’s tearful promise that she’d stand by him no matter what. The Cannibals’ future, his career, and the woman he loved were all hanging by a thread.He texted Alexandra as he pulled onto his street:I’m going to the meet. Lloyd and Luke are on standby. Stay safe. I love you.The porch light was on when he arrived. Inside, Lloyd, Alexandra, Jenifer, and Luke were waiting, their faces drawn with worry. Jenifer stood first, her eyes fierce. “