All Chapters of My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISABELLAWhite, blinding, sterile light swallowed me the moment my eyelids fluttered open. It an unforgiving brightness that pierced straight through my skull like a jagged knife.I winced, trying to turn away from it, but the movement sent a sharp, searing pain lancing down my side, radiating through every inch of my body like fire. My breath hitched.Fuck.It hurt. Everything hurt. A deep, bone-deep ache settled into my ribs, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. My skin prickled with soreness in places I didn't even remember having nerves.I sucked in a shallow breath, but the moment my lungs expanded, a fresh wave of agony ripped through me. My head spun. The room twisted and tilted, and the nausea clawing at my stomach became unbearable.A weak whimper slipped past my lips before I could stop it and the sheer helplessness of it made my throat burn.I hated this. I hated feeling like this.A strong, warm hand was suddenly on mine.“Easy, mi amor.” Logan’s voice, low and firm, cut throu

ISABELLAI woke up to the sensation of stiffness and an ache so deep in my bones that even breathing felt like a chore. For a moment, I couldn’t tell where I was.The sheets beneath me weren’t the scratchy ones from my apartment, and the air smelled different. So clean, and expensive like fresh linen and something faintly masculine.My fingers curled into the fabric of the duvet, smooth and soft, nothing like the cheap covers I’d grown used to.Then the door creaked open.Logan stepped in, and just like that, reality crashed over me. The assault, he fear, and the way I had felt my soul leave my body, certain I wouldn’t survive.I exhaled, sinking back into the pillows. He looked at me with a careful expression, his lazy blue eyes scanning my face like he was checking for cracks in my foundation.“How are you feeling?” His voice was low, and gruff, like he hadn’t spoken in hours.“Sore.” The word barely left my lips before I winced. “Terribly sore, but slightly better.”He nodded, but

LOGANI sat back in the chair, watching the dim glow of the bedside lamp spill over Isabella’s sleeping face. The rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers were still curled slightly into the sheets, it was the only proof I needed that she was still here, and still breathing.That bastard hadn’t stolen her completely. But the sight did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.She was creeping into my life in ways I hadn’t expected. What started as something simple, something purely physical, had twisted into something else entirely.I didn’t just want her; I wanted to keep her safe, and that? That was dangerous.I exhaled sharply and pushed myself up, running a hand through my hair before pulling out my phone.The detective answered on the second ring, his voice clipped, as if he had been expecting me.“You don’t need to handle it anymore,” I said, my voice flat.There was a pause. Then, a slow exhale. “You sure about that?”“I am.” I glanced at Isabella again, her delicate

LOGAN This morning, I had woken up for practice angrier than I had ever been. I was literally filled with the rage to just punch into something until there was nothing left to give.My media manager assured me he would handle the situation, that the videos would stop circulating, that no one would ever know who leaked them. But I knew, and I made a choice.I wasn’t going to tell Isabella. She had been through enough, dragged through the dirt, her name spat out like a curse by people who didn’t know a damn thing about her.Telling her it was Ethan would crush her, and I wasn’t willing to do that to her. Not when she was barely holding herself together as it was.But my hatred for Ethan festered and the more I thought about it, the more pieces of the puzzle started fitting together, painting a picture I should have seen a long time ago.The signs were there. Little things, brushed off as nothing more than minor annoyances. The subtle digs disguised as jokes.The way he always seemed a

ISABELLA I sat in the quiet of the living room, scrolling through the news on my new phone. My eyes flicked over the headlines, scanning each one quickly. Most of them were still talking about the leaked video.It was like my life was splashed across every platform. But, slowly, the chatter was dying down.The outrage, the shock, and the endless speculation. I was mostly thankful that it was all starting to fade, replaced by newer stories and other scandals.For a moment, I felt a strange sense of relief. Maybe it was finally over. Maybe the world had moved on. But no matter how much I wanted to feel thankful for the silence, it didn't erase the weight still pressing on my chest. The trauma lingered, and a dull ache that wouldn’t leave.I shifted in my seat, trying to push the thoughts away, but they were always there, lurking in the back of my mind.Just then, the maid stepped into the room. "Miss Isabella," she said, her voice gentle. "Mr. Logan asked me to tell you to get dressed.