All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sabrina's POVI shoved the envelope back into her arms and covered it with her other hand, creating a barrier between me and that cold piece of metal that represented everything I refused to become."I made a mistake twice." My voice came out steady despite the tremor running through my body. "The first was accepting to shake my butt in the club as a stripper to take care of Ami's surgery. The second one was accepting to poison Jace because of a vengeful heart and a hundred thousand dollars." I locked eyes with her, making sure she understood every word. "I am not about to make a third one."I stood up and walked out, leaving Bree sitting there on my bed surrounded by my fashion casualties and her terrible advice. My feet carried me to the balcony on autopilot, and as soon as I stepped outside, the cold afternoon breeze hit my face like a slap of reality. It was a strange mixture; the sun warming my skin while the wind cooled it, creating this uncomfortable in-between sensation that m

Sabrina's POVThere was something fishy about Nico's entire performance, like watching a snake shed its skin in real time. One minute, he was all soft eyes and sweet words; the next, I'd catch something flickering across his face that made my blood run cold. Desperation. Hunger. Something darker lurked beneath the romantic dinner facade, like rot under fresh paint.I held onto the phone, my thumb hovering over the delete button, my mind racing through scenarios like a chess player three moves ahead. If I had deleted everything, the nightmare would have ended here. Clean break. Walk away free. But if I didn't... if I handed it back without touching those files... it would give Nico false hope that there might be something between us.The weight of that choice felt heavier than the gun strapped to my thigh."So what happens if I hand over the phone to you without deleting the photos and video evidence?" I asked, watching his face carefully for tells.His eyes lit up as I'd just offered

Damien’s POVThe moment I walked into the house and heard the familiar jingle of CoComelon blasting from the living room, I knew I was in for it. The sound of that aggressively cheerful nursery rhyme mixed with the distinct crunch of cheese balls told me everything I needed to know: they were back early, and I was completely unprepared.There she was, my little angel, cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, absolutely vibing to a song about washing hands or sharing toys or whatever mind-numbing lesson they were peddling today. Her tiny fingers were stained neon orange from the cheese balls, and she was chewing with the kind of focused concentration only a five-year-old could muster.Then she turned and saw me."Daddy!!"The cheese ball bag went flying as she launched herself at me like a tiny, orange-fingered missile. I barely had time to drop my briefcase before she crashed into my legs, her arms wrapping around my waist with the kind of fierce love that made my chest ache.I b

Aria’s POVNostalgia hit me like a freight train the moment I stepped into the mansion.The entire space that had once been abandoned and dusty, a mausoleum of memories I'd tried desperately to forget, now gleamed with new life. The furniture sparkled as if freshly unwrapped, the hardwood floors shone like mirrors, and the air carried that distinct scent of professional cleaning services: lemon polish mixed with fresh linen and something floral I couldn't quite place.It was beautiful. Pristine. Perfect.And it made my chest ache with a longing I didn't want to name.My feet carried me deeper into the foyer, my eyes adjusting to the late morning light filtering through the tall windows. That's when I saw the portrait wall. Mr Robert's stern but kind face stared down at me from the largest frame, his eyes seeming to follow my movement with that knowing look he'd always had. The look that said he saw right through every lie, every pretence, every carefully constructed wall.But it wasn'

Damien’s POVI woke up on the floor with a crick in my neck that felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to my spine.My eyes cracked open slowly, adjusting to the early morning light filtering through the study windows. Everything hurt: my back, my shoulders, my pride. Why the hell was I on the floor?Then I felt it. Warmth. Softness. The distinct scent of vanilla and something floral that had haunted my dreams for years.I turned my head slightly and froze.Aria was pressed against me, her back to my chest, my arm somehow draped over her waist, our legs tangled together like we'd done this a thousand times before. We were practically spooning. On the floor of my dead father's study. Like some kind of tragic rom-com where the characters were too stupid to realise they'd fallen asleep together.Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.My brain immediately went into crisis mode. How did this happen? When did this happen? More importantly, how did I extract myself without waking her up an