All Chapters of SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

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ICE FIFTY-ONE: HOW CAN I SAVE US?

MADISON'S POV:I trembled but forced my voice steady. “If you think I’m afraid of you forever, you’re wrong."He laughed, cruel and mocking. “Justice? Sweetheart, you have no evidence."More memories came flooding. Owen at fifteen, shoving me down the stairs while his parents watched, claiming I'd tripped. Owen locked me in the basement during dinner parties, telling guests I was 'troubled' and needed discipline. Owen's hands where they shouldn't be, his parents turning blind eyes to their lovely boy's cruelties."I'll expose you," I whispered, finding courage from somewhere deep. "I'll tell everyone what you and your parents did. What you all are."His backhand sent me reeling into the coffee table. Glass exploded as my favorite mug shattered against the floor."You'll do no such thing." He grabbed a framed photo of Thane and me, hurling it against the wall. "Because if you breathe one word about the past, I'll destroy your pretty little future."Scratchy appeared from the kitchen, f

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

ICE FIFTY-TWO: A GOLDEN FRIDAY.

THANE'S POV:I wasn't born yesterday, and I sure as hell wasn't stupid.There was no world in which I believed a cat had torn her apartment apart like someone having a complete breakdown and left bruises blooming on her skin. Still, I didn’t press. She wasn’t ready to talk, and the last thing I wanted was to push her away.If she needed to carry her silence, I would carry it with her until she could put it down. I’d wait for her. Always.The week crawled and sped at the same time. Every day, I noticed little things, how she jumped at small noises, how her eyes flicked toward shadows that weren’t there, how she smiled but her lips trembled after and how dark circles had taken over those beautiful eyes probably from sleeping poorly. It was stress, I told myself. The job, my family, maybe even us. Whatever it was, I’d make it better. A vacation, maybe. Somewhere warm. Somewhere where she could breathe.In the meantime, I had hockey. And damn, I was killing it.I channeled this restless e

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

ICE FIFTY-THREE: I FAILED HER.

THANE'S POV:She’d left with Joe right after the game, saying she couldn’t wait around for me—a first. Usually, she insisted we leave together.Her response came immediately: "That's amazing! So proud of you. Have fun with the team."But something in the quick reply felt off, too eager. Like she was relieved I wouldn't be home. She would've protested before now.***Famous last words about "one drink."By midnight, Tony's had become our personal headquarters. Stories flowed as freely as the whiskey, each tale getting more embellished with every round. Marcus regaled us with his first NHL goal while Jake demonstrated his "victory dance" that looked more like a seizure.The alcohol hit differently when you were celebrating dreams coming true. Every sip tasted like proof that the universe occasionally got things right.By the time I stumbled through my front door at two AM, the world had taken on that soft, golden quality that meant I was thoroughly wasted.Madison was curled on the couc

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

ICE FIFTY-FOUR: WHEN WILL MY FLOWER BLOOM?

MADISON'S POV:I couldn’t sleep anymore. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t exist without feeling Owen’s presence slithering under my skin.Some nights, I swore I felt his breath against my neck—the phantom weight so real I startled awake, drenched in sweat, shaking like he stood right there.The memories replayed on a cruel loop. His fist in my hair. His smirk, carved deep like cruelty was an art form. His voice at seventeen, hot against my ear: "I love watching you cry, Madison. There’s something satisfying about breaking pretty things.”Then the shove. My ribs slamming into cold marble. The bruises healed. The fear never did.And now, years later, that same fear crawled up my throat every morning. Owen wouldn’t wait until Friday—he was too hungry to see me shatter. His deadlines were just games to him, my tears the prize.By Wednesday, I’d made up my mind. No more lies poisoning what Thane and I had built. I would tell him everything, even if it meant watching his love sour into disgust. Even

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

ICE FIFTY-FIVE: THIS COULD BE MY END.

MADISON'S POV:The wind stung my cheeks, my bare feet sinking into cool sand as I wandered around, phone held high like some desperate prayer to the digital gods.The waterfront's spotty internet connection here was a joke, a game of patience, of stepping into just the right pocket of air as though the sky itself decided who got to stay connected and who didn’t. Finally, two shaky bars blinked to life. The autumn wind cut through my sundress, raising goosebumps along my arms as I exhaled sharply, thumb flying across the screen, searching for the news.The headline blazed across in bold black letters:"IMMIGRANT PARDONED AFTER TEN-YEAR SENTENCE BEHEADS DOCTOR IN SUBWAY STATION."The words blurred, but I kept reading anyway. The article painted a horrifying picture, Dr. Louisiana Kelvin, a respected cardiologist, brutally murdered during his morning commute by someone who'd been released from prison just weeks ago. An immigrant who'd served ten years for numerous crimes, recently pard

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

ICE FIFTY-SIX: AGAINST MY WISH.

MADISON'S POV:If I just reached Dr. Hall’s office, I’d be safe. She’d fix it, the way she always had.A sharp breath. Then another. Run. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs refused to cooperate.Then, miraculously, his attention shifted to someone emerging from the law firm, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit, hands raised, face pale with terror.I exhaled in a rush, almost falling with relief. While the agents focused on their actual target, I forced myself to walk away calmly, casually, making sure I seemed normal without bringing attention to myself.But the remaining two blocks to Dr. Hall's office felt like a marathon. Every person who looked at me twice, every uniformed officer, every government vehicle sent fresh waves of panic through my system. By the time I reached the medical building, I was barely holding it together.I took the elevator to the fourth floor, legs shaking with each ascending number. The hallway seemed endlessly to reach before me, fluores

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

ICE FIFTY-SEVEN: OUT THE CLOSET.

MADISON'S POV:I bit down on my fear, then let the words spill. "Speaking of not waiting—" I took a shaky breath. "I want to get married soon. Really soon. Maybe this weekend, or even tomorrow night."His eyebrows shot up. "Tomorrow? Madison, that's—why so fast?" "Because I love you. Because every day we're not married feels like wasted time. We know what we want, so why wait?"Something in my tone must have convinced him because he nodded slowly, that brilliant smile returning to his lips. "You're right. When you know, you know." He pulled me closer, his thumb tracing circles on my shoulder. "Actually, there's a family gathering this weekend. I was going to ask if you'd come with me anyway, but now... I want to introduce you as my fiancée. I want everyone to know you're mine and I'm yours."I hated myself more. His intentions were pure, honest, born from love, while mine festered with deception. He didn't even know I'd been fired, that I was no longer his medical support, that this

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

ICE FIFTY-EIGHT: EXCITED TO SHOW HER OFF.

THANE’S POVThey say there’s no perfect relationship. The only way to survive the cracks is patience, communication, and forgiveness.So when Madison, distant for weeks, suddenly proposed out of the blue, I hadn’t seen it coming. But I didn’t hesitate. Maybe this was the push we needed, the anchor that would keep us steady. After all, she was the one I loved.As we parked in front of my parents’ house, I glanced at her. She looked breathtaking in the deep emerald dress I'd picked out—the one that made her eyes sparkle like precious stones.Madison was quiet, fidgeting, her lips pressed into a nervous line. I reached over, brushing her cheek lightly.“You look lovely,” I murmured, cupping her face gently. "You look absolutely stunning tonight. My hand slid down to her thigh, squeezing gently.A ghost of a smile flickered across her lips, but it died quickly. "Thane, I—""I know." My thumb traced her cheekbone, and I let myself drink in her beauty for one more moment before reaching int

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

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