Semua Bab SHATTERED ICE:One rink, bound by betrayal : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Samantha’s POV“Son of a bitch!” I cursed, my voice cutting through the stillness of the hallway like a whip.I stood just outside the locker rooms, gripping the edge of the bench like it was the only thing keeping me from collapsing. Actually, it was.The words in the voicemail still rang in my head, Logan’s withdrawn from the competition. He’s signed with Tasha Lin. Just like that, my season was over. No warning. No apology. Just betrayal, cold and clean.My skates were still laced tightly on my feet, but the ice felt like a distant memory.After everything. After the rehearsals, the brutal early mornings, the bloodied ankles, the trust I’d built, gone in a single message.My chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths. This wasn’t just a bad day. This was career-ending. Without a partner, I couldn’t compete. And without competition, I couldn’t rank. And without a ranking… well, I was done.Finished.Erased.“He’s leaving you for Tasha Lin.”The words echoed again in my ears. Spok

Logan’s POVI’d stared at my agent, Rick’s text, for what felt like an hour.“Make the move. This is it. Your chance.”Simple. Cold. Strategic. Just like Rick always was.And for once, I didn’t fight him, because I knew it was the truth.Samantha deserved better than this though, better than being dropped a day before Nationals. But I wasn’t doing this for her. Not anymore.I took a breath and pushed open the door to the private lounge Tasha Lin had booked for her press meet. She sat like a queen in silver colored leggings, sipping an iced espresso like it was liquid gold, sunglasses still on indoors. Of course.“Logan Pierre,” she said, without looking up. “Took you long enough.”I closed the door behind me. “I was tying loose ends.” I replied.“Or untangling guilt?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.Tasha finally looked at me, pulling off her sunglasses with a flourish. “Let me guess. Your conscience is screaming, your agent is dancing at this once in a lifetime opportunity, and somewher

Anthony’s POVWe moved into position, and the music started,sharp violins, layered percussion. It was the same track Celeste and I picked together months ago. Fast. Dramatic. Difficult. Perfect for us.Now, skating it with someone else felt like wearing someone else’s skin.Samantha did her best to keep up, I’ll give her that. She had decent instincts. But every time she matched my movement, I changed it. Every time she found the rhythm, I pushed faster. I couldn’t help it. Something in me rebelled at the idea of syncing with her.Halfway through the sequence, I grabbed her for the first lift, spun hard, then lowered her faster than I should have. The landing was messy, I knew. Her foot scraped the ice. She winced. So did I.I skated back, arms stiff. “You’re going to need to adjust your center of gravity. I can’t do all the work,” I muttered.She skated forward and got in my face. “Maybe if you stopped changing the counts mid-routine, I wouldn’t be improvising every five seconds! Wha

Samantha’s POVI didn’t wait to watch him leave. Anthony Vale had this infuriating way of walking into a room and lighting a match to my nerves, then leaving like the fire wasn’t his fault.It wasn’t just his arrogance, or the fact that he skated like a god and acted like a ghost. It was everything about him. The air around him felt like it needed permission to breathe.Still, when I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway, part of me tensed automatically. I would’ve been long gone by now, but I was waiting for Graham.I kept my eyes fixed on my phone, pretending to scroll through my schedule, maybe, just maybe, he’d ignore me like always.Except, it wasn’t Anthony.“Wow,” a familiar voice drawled behind me. “Didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”I turned slowly, already knowing exactly who it was.Logan Pierre.Polished. Smirking. Every inch the wannabe golden boy, now skating with Tasha Lin like I’d just been a placeholder in his story.He folded his arms and tilted his

Anthony’s POVThe ride home was heavy, thick with things unsaid, like what the hell I was supposed to do now that Samantha knew that I was partially blind. She had been shocked as hell, but I knew that reality was yet to dawn on her, she was yet to fully process the news.My condition, the one thing I’d been keeping buried so deep it hurt to breathe around it, was now exposed, and I had no idea how to handle that. Would she look at me differently now? Would she flinch every time we went in for a lift or a spin, second-guessing whether I could see her clearly enough to catch her? Could I even trust myself on the ice anymore, knowing that every edge, every turn came with the risk of failure, not just for me, but for both of us? And worst of all, would she still want me as her partner now that she knew I was skating blind into a future neither of us had prepared for?That was not all, the ride was also laced with Isaac’s anger and worry, vibrating against the silence I wrapped myself i