The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Sabrina’s POVI froze, my body locked in place, like Jace had cast some invisible spell over me. Every time I saw him, my senses betrayed me, shutting down before my brain could even process what was happening. When he kissed me, a warmth spread through me that I didn’t want to end, that I wished could last forever. And then, chaos. Alice. My pulse spiked, and my stomach dropped. I knew trouble had found us.“So you, bitch! I’ve always known you had eyes for Jace. Is this it now?” Alice’s voice was sharp, venom coating each word.I turned, hands raised slightly, trying to keep the peace. “Look, I don’t want trouble. It just… happened.” My voice trembled slightly, but I forced it to sound steady.Jace stepped forward, his presence immediately commanding, trying to diffuse the tension.“Don’t you dare touch me!” Alice barked, stepping closer, her gaze a mixture of fury and betrayal. “I left class for a minute, and here you are, hell-bent on embarrassing me by kissing this… this low life

Jace’s POVI was standing in my living room, leaning against the arm of the couch, a smile plastered across my face, but my mind was already skating across the ice. Nothing; no family drama, no school stress, no lingering tension was going to stop me this time. Scott was recovering well. My academics were finally under control, keeping my father pleased, thanks in no small part to Sabrina. And that morning, news had arrived that made my chest tighten with a mix of excitement and disbelief.An email had popped into my inbox, bold and official: I had been called up to play in the National Hockey League. Not for my off-season Timberwolves team, but for the Bison City Blizzards, one of the top NHL franchises. My off-season with the Timberwolves would remain, of course: training, tournaments, keeping my edge, but this was the stage I had dreamed of since I first laced up skates. The NHL wasn’t just another game. It was the proving ground, the place where every move was scrutinised, every s

Jace’s POVThe city stretched out beneath me in perfect order, a canvas of glass towers and glowing windows that looked too calm compared to the chaos in my life. From Leo’s balcony, the world felt distant, almost untouchable. The air here was clean and sharp, filtered by manicured gardens and the faint scent of polished wood drifting from inside the mansion. A breeze stirred across the balcony, brushing against my hair and cooling the frustration burning under my skin. For a brief second, surrounded by marble floors and the low hum of quiet luxury, it almost felt freeing. Almost.But no view, no breeze, no high-rise escape could distract me from the storm inside my chest. The past few weeks had been one blow after another. First, the chaos at home. Then my father vanished under the guise of “business”. My life was starting to feel like one long press conference I hadn’t signed up for.Leo dropped onto the couch beside me, swinging his legs up carelessly, his arm dangling over the bal

Jace’s POVThe house was too quiet. Not the good kind of quiet, the heavy kind, where every creak of the walls felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for someone to explode. I was pacing the living room, whisky burning a hole down my throat, glass sweating in my hand. Across the room, Xavier sat slouched in an armchair, nursing his swollen cheek with a melting ice cube.Scott broke first. He always did.“Jace, you need to calm down,” he said, tossing his arm in the air with all the drama of someone who’d had enough. “You’re working yourself up over a woman you don’t even want.” His tone was sharp, but underneath it, I could hear the weariness.I stopped pacing and turned to him, fury tightening every muscle in my body. “Are you kidding me? Whose side are you on?”“The side of truth!” Scott shot back, eyebrows arched. “You don’t even have eyes for Alice, so why are you acting like she’s your great love? You don’t care about her, Jace.”That twisted something ugly in my gut. “Alic

Sabrina’s POVSkye was discharged the next morning, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Seeing her up, dressed, and alive felt like a gift I didn’t deserve but had been begging for. Her colour had returned, faint but promising, and her voice was steady, though still raspy around the edges.The doctor entered, holding her chart and scanning it with calm precision. His glasses sat low on his nose, and his tone carried that blend of professionalism and reassurance you only hear in good news.“Her vitals are stable,” he said, looking at me with a faint smile. “Her scans are clear, and her body is responding well to treatment. She’s fit to be discharged today.”I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding, my shoulders finally easing.The doctor continued, flipping to another page. “However, she’ll need plenty of rest for the next two weeks, no strenuous activity. A diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and light proteins will help rebuild her strength. I’m prescribing mild pain relievers and