บททั้งหมดของ The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Jace’s POVThe week seemed to stretch into forever. Days bled into nights, and though I was out of the hospital, the weight on my chest only grew heavier. My friend was still in a coma. Scott, my brother in everything but blood, was lying unconscious, his body fighting for life while I sat here breathing, moving, existing. Every time his face flashed through my mind, my heart skipped a beat, like it couldn’t stand the guilt crawling inside me.“You have to eat something if you want to recover.”My mother’s voice broke through my haze. She placed a steaming bowl of carrot soup in front of me, the smell earthy and rich, the steam fogging my vision. But I wasn’t seeing it. My gaze blurred over the spread before me, an extravagant table laid out in the kind of excess only my family knew. Silver platters gleamed beneath the chandelier’s light; fruit juices in every shade lined up like jewels; desserts were neatly layered with cream and chocolate, puddings, parfaits, and smoothies. A feast

Jace’s POVI stood by his bedside, hardly breathing, afraid that if I blinked, he might slip away again. For days, Scott had been a ghost, trapped in a coma, his body still but for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Now, his eyes fluttered open. He couldn’t speak yet, just blinking at me with raw effort. But it was enough. He was alive.Tubes ran from his nose and mouth, feeding and breathing for him, the steady beeping of the monitors filling the silence like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. Relief broke over me so hard my knees almost buckled. I reached for his hand, gripping it as if I could anchor him here.“How are you feeling, buddy?” My voice was low and shaky but filled with a kind of desperate affection.Scott blinked once, then again, slow and deliberate. He couldn’t answer with words, but he didn’t need to. I could read him. Relief, frustration, maybe even a hint of his usual sarcasm hiding behind those tired eyes.That was when the door opened and the doctor stepped in,

Sabrina’s POVWalking back into Club Eden felt like stepping into another world. The air was thick with the sharp tang of fresh paint and new polish, mixed with the faint musk of stage makeup and old leather chairs. Everything gleamed. The floor had been buffed to a mirror shine, the poles were doubled and glittered under LED lights that shifted in a slow hypnotic pulse, and the new sound system sent a low bass through my chest even though the speakers weren’t turned up yet.I froze in the doorway for a second, stunned. This wasn’t the place I remembered. It was bigger, brighter, and harder. The management had clearly spared no expense, and it showed.The locker room smelt faintly of lavender cleaning spray as I tossed my bag into a locker and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror: glossy hair, smoky eyeliner, lips painted for war. I hadn’t been on stage here in weeks, and now, under these new lights, I looked like I’d been carved for it.When I stepped out into the main arena, the

Sabrina’s POVI didn’t ask for this. I wasn’t ready.The locker room smelled faintly of hairspray, body oil, and perfume; sweet but cloying, like every memory I wanted to escape. My stomach was in knots, and the mirror in front of me reflected a woman I barely recognised. The mask sat on the counter, waiting, while my hand hovered over the makeup brush like I was painting armour onto my face.Why was Nico here?The thought looped in my head until my temples ached. Was it because he had another deal for me? Because he found out I hadn’t put the substance in Jace’s drink like he wanted? Or was it something else entirely, or something worse? I didn’t even realise how long I’d been sitting there, staring at my reflection, until Nessa’s voice cut through the static in my head.“Are you kidding me? You’ve been frozen at that mirror for, like, a minute. What are you thinking about?”I blinked, forcing myself to breathe. “Nothing. Just wondering why Lady B would bend the club’s policy for a c

Jace’s POVI bent down to help Scott tie his shoelace, my fingers fumbling awkwardly around the laces while he fidgeted with his phone. The faint hum of the morning sunlight coming through the blinds cast long shadows across the hardwood floor, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toast wafted in from the kitchen. Even in the chaos of my morning routine, there was a sense of normalcy I clung to.“Scott, you don’t have to go to school. I mean, you should just stay home and rest. Why do you want to be in class?” I asked, adjusting his shoe and trying to keep my voice calm, though I felt a twinge of worry gnawing at me.“For the umpteenth time, I told you, I have a test today. If I miss it, I get an automatic carryover,” he replied without looking up, tapping his tablet with stubborn determination.I let out an exasperated sigh. “I mean… they know you had an accident. So they wouldn’t give you a carryover, right?”“Jace,” he said, finally glancing at me, a slight frown on his face.