Todos os capítulos de On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Raelynn Argh. Pain explodes through my skull as consciousness returns. Everything's blurry, swimming in and out of focus. My head throbs with each heartbeat, and my body feels like it's been hit by a truck. I try to stretch, but my arms won't move. That's when I realize—I'm bound. My hands are tied behind my back, secured to something solid. I try to move my legs, but they're restrained too. I blink hard, trying to clear my vision. I'm tied to a chair, rope digging into my wrists and ankles. My pupils feel heavy, sluggish, like I'm looking through water. I struggle against the restraints, pulling and twisting, but nothing gives. "You're struggling in vain." The voice makes my blood run cold. I squint through the blur until I see him—Charlie, leaning against the far wall, watching me like I'm some kind of performance. I struggle harder, panic flooding my system. "What did you do to me?" He sighs, pushing off the wall. His voice takes on that dreamy quality that makes my skin c

Raelynn"Found you."Charlie's voice echoes through the warehouse, and I scream.I drop the phone—the old paid phone I found hidden in a forgotten corner—and run. My legs burn, muscles screaming in protest. I've been running for what feels like hours, my body running on nothing but adrenaline and pure survival instinct.I managed to escape after plunging the glass shard into Charlie's arm when he tried to stab me. The memory plays in fragments—the resistance as the glass pierced skin, his scream of shock and pain, the warm blood on my hands, the precious seconds his surprise gave me to break free and run.My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my temples, in every frantic breath. He's chasing after me, his footsteps echoing off the metal walls and concrete floor, sometimes close, sometimes far, always there.And the rain. God, the rain is everywhere. It pours through the broken roof in sheets, creating puddles that splash under my feet, soaking through my clothes until

GraysonI'd completely forgotten about the hockey match.With everything that happened with Rae and Charlie, the game slipped from my mind entirely. Now I'm sitting in the locker room, exhausted down to my bones, pulling on my gear with hands that feel like lead."You sure you're up for this?" Brandon asks, concern written across his face. "Coach would understand if you sat this one out.""I'm fine.""You look like you haven't slept in a week," Isaac points out."That's because I haven't." I yank my jersey over my head. "But I'm playing. We need this win."Brandon and Isaac exchange a look. They're worn out too, ran ragged helping me search for Rae, dealing with the aftermath. And it's my fault."Stop looking at me like that," I mutter. "I'm sorry I dragged you into—""Don't," Brandon cuts me off. "We're good, man. We wanted to help.""Yeah," Isaac adds quietly. "She's important to you. That makes her important to us."I nod, not trusting myself to say anything that won't sound pathet

RaelynnGray's acting weird.He still does everything he normally does—wakes me up with kisses, drives me to school, holds my hand in the hallways, pulls me into his lap whenever we're studying together. But there's something off. Something I can't quite name.Whenever I bring up his hockey game, the incredible comeback win, he changes the subject. Smoothly, casually, but deliberately.I'm lying in bed now, trying to focus on my chemistry textbook. Exam's in a week and I'm nowhere near prepared. Gray's beside me, also studying, which is weird because he never needs to study this hard. He just absorbs information like a sponge and aces everything.But lately, he's been burying himself in textbooks every spare moment.I sit up, marking my place with my finger. "You've been studying so much lately. Are you trying to be even smarter than you already are?"A small smirk tugs at his lips, but he doesn't respond. Doesn't even look up from his economics textbook.I move closer, deliberately le

GraysonI'm still standing at the window when she hesitates.Raelynn pauses beside the car, her hand on the door handle. Then, slowly—so slowly it feels like the world has stopped spinning—she looks up.Our eyes meet through the distance, through glass and air and six years of silence.My breath catches in my throat.Everything in me screams to move. To run down there. To grab her before she can leave again, have her demand answers or an explanation—anything to make her stay.But I don't move.I can't.Because this is my fault. All of it.She breaks eye contact first, sliding into the passenger seat. The car pulls away, and she's gone.Again.I force myself to turn away from the window and walk back to my desk. My phone buzzes—a new message notification lighting up the screen.Edward's name makes my jaw clench so hard it aches.I click on it anyway.Edward: Rossi's. 2 PM. Don't be late.Of course. Because seeing Rae again wasn't enough torture for one day.I grab my jacket and car ke