Todos os capítulos de SHATTERED ICE:One rink, bound by betrayal : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Isaac’s POV I knew dirty hands when I saw them. I had dealt with enough corrupt board members, fake sponsors, and greedy executives in my lifetime to recognize the smell of misconduct even before the evidence arrived. These people thought no one would notice. They thought the chaos would be dismissed as a simple oversight. They thought they were dealing with people who would shake it off and move on. They were wrong. Painfully wrong. And they had just made the mistake of attracting my attention. This time, I was not turning a blind eye. This time, I was going to drag every cockroach into the light and make sure they never crawled back into the shadows again.“Thirty minutes may not be enou…”“It is enough,” I said sharply. My voice did not rise, but it cut like a blade. “This is not a suggestion. Someone is lying. Someone is siphoning. Someone thinks they can line their pockets and treat my athletes like garbage. I want every number exposed. Every misuse dragged into daylight.”“Ye

Isaac’s POV The chair tried again, voice thin. “Sir, surely we can discuss…”“I am done discussing,” I said. “This is no longer a negotiation. You crossed every line you could have possibly crossed, and now you will answer for it.”The director swallowed, eyes glassy. “Do… do you understand the pressure we are under? The deadlines? The…”“Do you understand the gravity of what you have done?” I asked slowly, enunciating each word so he could not pretend to misunderstand. “You tampered with international budgets. You endangered athletes. You misled your sponsors, your staff, and your participants.”His breath quickened, the panic finally fully surfacing.I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a near whisper.“Tell me. Do you understand the gravity of that?”The room felt like it had stopped breathing.The director nodded quickly, almost frantically, words tripping over themselves as they left his mouth. “Yes… yes, sir. I understand. I do. I… I understand completely.” He stuttered.He

Samantha’s POVThe room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your own thoughts too loud. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a dim, golden outline of late afternoon light. I had been lying on my back for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft, even breathing coming from the other side of the room.Anthony was curled into the corner of his bed like a child who had finally found a safe place to sleep. The blanket was wrapped so tightly around him I wondered if he felt cold or if he just needed the weight. It still shocked me a little. When I had walked out of the bathroom earlier, hair dripping, clean clothes on, ready to tell him the bathroom was free, I had not expected to see him like that.He had not even removed his hoodie. He had not showered. He had not said a word. He had folded into himself and knocked out before I could ask if he was alright.My first instinct had been to wake him. I had paused near the side of his bed, leaning down,

Samantha’s POVCole stepped closer, arms crossed, irritation written all over his face. “He is being polite. What they said was worse than that. They basically implied neither of you were important enough to give real rooms to.”My stomach twisted tightly, like something inside me had been pulled into a hard knot. It was not surprising. Not after everything that had happened today. Still, hearing it out loud made heat rise behind my eyes.Isaac rubbed his forehead slowly with the heel of his hand. He looked exhausted, worn, and holding back a deeper anger that seemed ready to break through. “I am sorry you had to see Anthony like this,” he said. His eyes drifted back to the bed. “He hides it well, but long trips always drain him. More than he will ever admit.”“I know,” I said quietly. My voice sounded tired to my own ears.I looked at Anthony again. He was still curled on his side, blanket wrapped around him almost protectively. His hair fell across his forehead, and even in sleep, h

Samantha’s POVThis was not the first time I had seen Anthony in a suit. In every one, he looked unfairly handsome, confident, polished, the kind of man who didn’t just enter a room but owned it. I used to scroll past them quickly, pretending they did not affect me.But seeing him like this, up close, only a few feet away… it was different. It was breathtaking. He looked real and warm and dangerously close.“I was surprised,” I muttered, trying not to sound flustered. “You clean up well.”For a second his expression softened. His gaze dipped over my dress before rising again, slower this time. The brief pause made my heart flip in my chest.“I will take that as a compliment,” he said. His voice dropped a little as he stepped closer. “Although I am tempted to ask how well you think I cleaned up.”I swallowed, caught between embarrassment and something else I could not name. “Do not start.”“Start what?” he asked with mock innocence. “I have done nothing. Yet.”I moved aside for him an