All Chapters of SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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ICE SEVENTY-ONE: CALLED A THIEF ONCE AGAIN.

MADISON'S POV:The drive to Thane's felt both too long and too short. Sawyer dropped me at the gate with another hug, another reminder that I was going to be okay.I stood at Thane's door, my hands fidgeting around the preserved roses he’d once given me—three fragile symbols of a love I was desperate to keep alive. I'd kept them safe through everything. They were a symbol of our love, proof that something beautiful could survive even when everything else fell apart.I prepared my speech. Where would I even start? With the Wallaces? With the deportation? With how much I loved him?I punched in the door code.Access denied.My stomach dropped. I tried again, slower this time, making sure each number was right.Access denied."Joe?" I called out, looking for his familiar face. He wasn't at his usual post. Another security guard approached."Can I help you?""I need to see Thane. Mr. Slade. But the door code isn't working.""Joe's out on errands, miss.""Madison?" Marie's voice shrieked o

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

ICE SEVENTY-TWO: THAT ONE CALL.

THANE’S POV:"Thane, can you hear me?" Jules shook me a little to get my attention.“No, say that again?” My voice echoed off the walls, hollow, like it belonged to someone else.“You’ve been distracted since practice.” Coach’s voice came clipped. “We can’t have that. Tournament’s around the corner. You need to be present.”Present. The word was a joke in my mouth. How could I be present when my chest felt like someone had taken a hammer to it? How could my head be clear when all I saw was Madison’s face and everything breaking around her?The team’s meeting room smelled like sweat and disinfectant—long rectangular table scarred with puck marks, framed jerseys on the wall, a whiteboard full of plays in the corner. A row of windows let the late-afternoon light spill in, dust motes drifting through the beams like a thousand tiny spectators. I’d never noticed the dust before. Today they were all I could focus on.Practice had been a disaster. I'd missed easy catches, fumbled plays I coul

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

ICE SEVENTY-THREE: CUFFED.

MADISON’S POV:I couldn’t stop crying.Not the quiet, shaky kind of tears you can hide behind a sleeve. No, this was the ugly, trembling, gut-wrenching kind. The kind that made my chest ache and my throat raw. The kind that left me gasping for air like I’d been drowning for hours.Every time I blinked, I saw it again, Thane kissing Harper. His hands on her waist. Her in his shirt.The shirt I used to sleep in. The one that smelled like him.I don’t even remember how I got here. One minute I was running — I don’t even know where — and the next, I was standing by the riverbank, my shoes sinking into wet sand, my lungs burning. The city lights reflected across the water like a broken mirror. The air was icy, but the storm inside me burned hot enough to keep me warm.I screamed.Loud. Raw. Unfiltered.All the pain I’d swallowed poured out, years of pain, weeks of hope, minutes of destruction.He'd tossed my things out like garbage. Smashed the laptop he'd given me with love in his eyes. F

Last Updated : 2025-10-08

ICE SEVENTY-FOUR: THE LIE IN THE TRUTH.

THANE’S POV:I'd barely finished getting ready to meet Callahan when Vaughan called."We found them," he said, his voice tight with excitement. "The culprit. We know who's responsible." His voice was thin with something close to triumph."What are you talking about?""The night of the accident, We've finally resolved what happened."Relief loosened something in my chest, almost painful in how unfamiliar it felt. My pulse stumbled, torn between hope and dread. For a second, I let myself believe maybe this was the start of putting the past to rest. At least people close to me were trying to solve what had almost destroyed me. Made up for the restless night giving room for empty places where my head replayed one thing over and over."Where?" I asked, already grabbing my keys."I'll pick you up. Twenty minutes."At first, I told myself it was coincidence, the way the turns began to look too familiar, the way my pulse picked up like it knew before my brain did. Just my mind playing tricks

Last Updated : 2025-10-10

ICE SEVENTY-FIVE: THE WRONG ENEMY.

THANE'S POV:"Thane, that's not a good idea." Vaughan's hand closed on my arm. "You're emotional right now. Let the system handle—"I ignored him. I needed to hear it from her. I needed her voice to rewrite the version of her already being written by strangers. "Where is she?" I repeated.The officer glanced at Vaughan, who finally nodded."This way."The holding cells were exactly as depressing as expected. Concrete floors, metal bars, that institutional smell of disinfectant and despair. They led me to the last cell on the right.Madison sat on the metal bench, still in her pajamas, face swollen from crying. She saw me and her face crumpled into a plea. Madison jumped up and rushed to the bars."Thane, thank God. Please, you have to listen to me. I didn't—""Save it." I interrupted, stepping closer to the bars. "I spent months suspecting and hating everyone. Meanwhile, the mastermind behind my misery was you.""I didn't do all I'm being accused of. I would never hurt you."How dar

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

ICE SEVENTY-SIX: GOT THE LAST LAUGH.

MADISON’S POV:Two days. Forty-eight hours trapped in a six-by-eight concrete box that smelled of metal and rot. Each breath scraped through panic lodged on my chest like a stone.It wasn’t the small cell or the lack of sunlight that broke me but the way the world seemed to shrink around me, until even breathing felt like a privilege I had to earn. I hadn’t been allowed a change of clothes, or to wash, or even to brush my teeth. My skin itched. My body reeked of stale sweat and fear.The guards didn’t hide their contempt. A few of them laughed openly when my hands shook as I reached for the tray of cold food. One, a tall man with a crooked nose, Officer Daniels banged his baton against the bars, smirking. “You miss your country yet? Bet their jails smell better.” I didn't respond. Learned that lesson the first day when responding earned me a skipped meal. I’d turned my face to the wall and let the words rot there.But even hell had flickers of light. On the TV, anchors whispered the

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

ICE SEVENTY-SEVEN: A KINDNESS THAT CHOKES.

MADISON'S POV:I’d taken it without thinking. We were all rushing. The players were about to step out. I’d meant to hand it to one of the assistants.Seconds later, Thane emerged. Sweaty, amped up, that pre-game focus making his eyes sharp. He had caught my arm, thirsty and distracted, taking the water and drinking the content.But that man. The one who'd handed me the water, I couldn't remember his face. Just the vest. The urgency. The way he'd disappeared immediately after.Who would believe this? That some ghost I couldn't identify had handed me poisoned water? That I—a trained medical professional who should know better—just accepted it without question, falling to double-check? That I had unknowingly handed him the thing that almost destroyed his life?I was so fucked.The thought ripped something in me. I curled up on the cold concrete floor, no blanket, no mat, just cold seeping into my bones. Tears slid down my temple into my hair.I'd lost everything. Thane. My future. My fre

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

ICE SEVENTY-EIGHT: WHAT HAPPENED TO MAVERICK?

MADISON'S POV:I swallowed hard, the food sitting heavy in my stomach.Eden reached across the table, her hand closing over mine. The gesture was so unexpected, so gentle, that I froze.Her eyes held something fragile like hope trying to disguise itself as strength."Madison," she said softly, "I can only help you if I know the truth. I believe you won't lie to me because I believe you're a good girl."My throat tightened."I saw everything that happened the night Thane brought you to our house. You both genuinely love each other. That much was obvious to anyone paying attention." Her thumb brushed across my knuckles. "But you have obstacles in your way. I want Thane happy. And if he finds that happiness with you, I'll use my blood and sweat to make sure you're vindicated."The words broke something inside me.A sob ripped free before I could stop it. My hand clamped over my mouth, useless against the rush of fear and loneliness I’d buried too deep for too long.Everyone else had thro

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

ICE SEVENTY-NINE: PERSUADED.

THANE'S POV:The evidence Vaughan uncovered was another nail in Madison’s coffin. I must’ve been insane to ever believe she could be innocent.The house was too quiet. Curtains still drawn. Plates untouched. It smelled of stale liquor and regret. I’d become a shadow of myself, breathing, existing, but not really living.I hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t left my room in days. The nights were worse. Each one a battlefield of memories and nightmares.Now I was on the bathroom floor which was cold against my cheek. It felt appropriate somehow, my body temperature matching the ice in my veins. I heard the door slam open downstairs, followed by my mother’s voice cutting through the silence."THANE!" My mother's voice echoed through the house, frantic footsteps growing closer. "THANE, WHERE ARE YOU?""Bathroom," I managed weakly. "I'm in the bathroom."The door burst open. She found me curled on the tile, still wearing yesterday's clothes, or maybe the day before. I couldn't remember much.She froze

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

ICE EIGHTY: MARRIED TO ANOTHER.

THANE'S POV:"I know that girl has been fighting to survive since the day she was born. I know the Wallaces systematically destroyed her credibility so no one would believe her when she finally spoke up. I know she fell in love with you despite every reason she had to protect herself.""She used me—"Mom's eyes hardened. "If you let your pride destroy this girl, Thane, you’ll regret it long after the headlines fade." The warning in her voice made me flinch. "I’m already talking to the best lawyers. I’ll find out who really did this because everything about her case stinks of manipulation." Rage exploded through my chest. "Why are you forcing me to be with a deceiver? You want her so bad? Adopt her. Marry her yourself."Mom stood, grabbing her handbag with sharp, angry movements. "Maybe I will if it comes to that. I didn't give birth to a weakling who could be this easily deceived." She moved toward the door, then turned back. " Why don't you marry Harper, the puppet your father want

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

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