All Chapters of SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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ICE HUNDRED AND ONE: AZUVIA'S GALA.

THANE’S POV:I walked out of that building wearing calm like armor. My heart was beating too fast to trust my body with anything more than composure, rain hitting my face. I pulled my phone out the second I began walking towards the hotel, hit Joe’s name, and pressed it to my ear.He answered on the second ring.“Joe,” I said, exhaling, “are you sure about your findings? ”“Positive,” he said. "I got my best guys involved in this ” "I need you to pull someone up here. This executive director, Adeyemi. Something's off about him. Someone who can keep eyes on him.""You think he's hiding something?""I know he is. The second I mentioned the Alades' connection to Madison, he almost had me thrown out. Eyes twitchy, voice all tight. I don’t know, Joe. I’ve seen men bluff their way through crises, but that one looked like someone holding a match near dynamite." I continued walking, needing movement. "Maybe we can get to President Alade or his wife another way. Someone who can give us access

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

ICE HUNDRED AND TWO: THE ROYAL NECKLACE.

THANE'S POV:I kept my smile steady because that’s what you do when power presses a hand into yours: you return the pressure with grace. President Kwame Alade's palm was warm, his handshake firm enough to say he’d been tested a hundred times and never failed. He smiled like he meant peace. The room noise shrank to a dull buzz at the edge of my hearing.“Mr. Slade,” he said, voice powerful. “It is an honor.” "The honor is mine, sir. Thank you for the invite.” My words were polite. My throat felt dry; my hands were steady because there wasn’t room for shaking. Not here. Not now. " I'm Thane Slade, professional hockey player with the New York Sentinels. What you're doing here with the foundation, ending child marriage... it's extraordinary work." I decided to introduce myself.His grip remained firm as he held my hand a beat longer than necessary. "Please, call me Agu. Formality makes me uncomfortable.""Yes, sir...I mean, Agu," I quickly corrected.The First Lady held my gaze for a sec

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

ICE HUNDRED AND THREE: LEAKING GASOLINE.

MMADISON’S POV:The house had never felt this quiet. Not even during nights when Thane was away on training. This silence… it wasn’t peace. It was absence. It was dread.Two months.Two whole months since he vanished like smoke in the wind.When days turned into weeks and still no word, something inside me began to unravel. I’d called him that night, that specific night, the one he was supposed to FaceTime me like he always did. The call rang. Then rang again. Then… nothing.By morning, his line went dead.Joe swore he didn’t know anything. I could tell by the tension in his voice he was telling the truth. His team, his mom, Maverick, even his father… everyone joined the search. Authorities were contacted. Private investigators were hired. We called every contact he’d ever had in Denver, in New York, in the Netherlands. But it was as though the earth had swallowed Thane whole. One moment in Seattle for his "surprise," the next moment, gone.Every day, someone repeated the same line to

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

ICE HUNDRED AND FOUR: MAYBE IT'S GOODBYE.

MADISON'S POV:Pain. That was the first thing I felt.A deep, pulsing ache behind my eyes that made my head feel twice its size. My mouth tasted like metal and chemicals. Every breath scraped against my throat.I tried to move. Couldn't. My wrists were bound behind me, rope cutting into skin. Ankles tied to chair legs. The chair itself bolted to concrete.The room was small. Empty except for me and a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly, casting shadows that moved like living things. Concrete walls. Metal door. No windows. No sound except my own ragged breathing.I tried to move, but the ropes dug deeper into my skin.Where—The door unlocked with a heavy clank.Two men entered. The same ones from my apartment, still in their maintenance uniforms."What do you want?" I jerked against the restraints. "Money? I have money. Whatever you want—"They didn't respond. Just positioned themselves on either side of the door.Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Heels clicking agai

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

ICE HUNDRED AND FIVE: ADANNA.

MADISON'S POV:BANG!A gunshot. So loud in the enclosed space that my ears rang.The younger man holding me dropped, crashing to the ground. Blood bloomed across his chest.The older man reached for something at his waist—BANG!He fell too.I crashed to the floor as the younger man dropped me in panic, still tied to the chair.I hit the concrete hard, dazed, my ears ringing. The impact jarred my teeth, sent fresh pain through my already aching head.I heard multiple pairs of running footsteps first. Managing to look forward, I was able to see armed officers storm in, shouting commands through the haze. The two men hit the ground instantly, hands behind their heads.Through the chaos, through the noise, a voice broke through. One I knew. One my soul knew.“Madison!”I blinked up, and there he was. Thane.Alive. Real.He ran to me, dropping to his knees, pulling at the ropes with trembling hands. His face was filled with hurt and relief. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? God, Madison—”Tea

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

ICE HUNDRED AND SIX: THAT NIGHT TWENTY-THREE YEARS AGO.

THANE'S POV:Most people would've been furious about being kidnapped. Terrified. Plotting revenge.I wasn't. Not exactly.At the time, I remember the sting of a needle, the metallic taste in my mouth, and the blur of streetlights flickering past through the tinted glass. I’d been too drugged to resist, too disoriented to care.Looking back now, it had been necessary. Nonetheless, knowing that Madison, my mother, and the rest of them were probably losing their minds, imagining the worst… that part? That tore me apart.Agu, as he'd eventually insisted I call him had taken me to ensure secrecy. He didn't want anyone exploiting the situation before he understood what he was dealing with.I'd woken in a medical facility halfway across the world in Azuvia. Doctors watched me like I was some rare specimen. The guards stood silent, not hostile, just blank, as if emotion itself had been forbidden.When I was deemed “stable,” they moved me to a private suite, sterile and soundproof. Luxury wi

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

ICE HUNDRED AND SEVEN: REJECTED.

THANE'S POV:The capital rose before me, not just a city, but a dream in reality. The world would definitely call here a myth because no one would believe something so perfect existed. Modern skyscrapers stood beside traditional architecture, mud brick and thatch integrated with glass and steel. Solar panels covered every roof. Vertical gardens climbed buildings, making the city breathe.No poverty. I'd walked the streets with guards, seen it with my own eyes. Clean water in every home. Electricity that never failed. Schools that looked like universities. Hospitals with equipment that would make American facilities jealous.The military was small but sophisticated. Elite training. Technology decades ahead of what most countries could access. Not because they wanted to conquer, because they wanted to be left alone.Education was universal. Free from age three to PhD. I'd met teenagers speaking five languages fluently, coding AI programs, conducting chemistry experiments that would wi

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

ICE HUNDRED AND EIGHT: HE LEFT.

MADISON’S POV:If anyone had told me a few months ago that I’d wake up in a palace — a real one, where the windows opened to turquoise oceans and mist-draped mountains — I’d have laughed and told them to stop watching fairytales. Yet every morning here, I still half expected to wake up and find it gone.Azuvia wasn’t just beautiful, it was breathtaking. The air smelled of hibiscus and sea salt, and the skies looked hand-painted, brushed with soft streaks of gold at dusk. The people, my people, smiled like they knew my soul before I even spoke. Every day, I learned something new about the land that birthed me, about the blood that had always quietly pulsed with its rhythm.Sometimes, when the wind carried the songs of the markets below, I’d close my eyes and think, maybe my heart had always known this place, even when my mind didn’t. I was happy. Completely, genuinely, achingly happy.I’d spent countless hours with my parents, making up for the twenty-three years we’d lost. We’d talk

Last Updated : 2025-11-02

ICE HUNDRED AND NINE: CHOICE.

MADISON'S POV:For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “You… what?”" I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but better now than after the wedding.""You're lying." I stood so fast my chair crashed backward. "You're lying. Thane would never—he wouldn't—"“I had to be sure,” he said. “I needed to know if he truly loved you or if he was after your wealth, your title. You’re the princess of Azuvia, Adanna. People are deceptive—”"NO!" The word exploded out of me. "He doesn't care about money! He has money! He's rich, he's—""Not as rich as you." Dad stood too, moving around the table. "Adanna, sweetheart, you're the heir to Azuvia. Your wealth is beyond what most Americans can comprehend. Men will do anything for that kind of—"“How could you belittle my fiancé with a stupid test?”He met my fury with a heavy look. “I did what I had to do to protect you.”The words burned through me. “You had no right!” My hand slammed the table so hard the silverware rattled. “He’s not like that. We’ve been

Last Updated : 2025-11-02

ICE HUNDRED AND TEN: THE FINAL TEST.

THANE’S POV:I’d never known fury could feel like this, so sharp it burned through my veins like acid.The walls seemed to close in on me, four gold-painted cages mocking the man I’d become. My knuckles were raw, blood crusting where I’d slammed the door too many times. Every breath felt like smoke inside my chest, every heartbeat a reminder that she was somewhere beyond these walls… and I couldn’t reach her.For three endless days, I’d been trapped in this damned room. Three full days without sunlight, without Madison, without answers. I didn’t know if they’d told her some lie about me leaving. Didn’t know if she was locked up too or if they’d made her believe I’d walked away.Every few hours, a tray of steaming food slid through a slit at the bottom of the door, like I was some prized animal they wanted to keep alive but not free. No faces. No words. Just the sound of the tray clinking against the floor before the slot shut again with a finality that made my blood boil.No guards en

Last Updated : 2025-11-07

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