Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Sabrina’s POVThe doctor’s office felt impossibly small, the walls pressing in as I sank into the stiff chair. Across from me, the doctor flipped through Ami’s file one last time, his expression neutral but weighed down with concern.“She had another episode today,” he began softly. “This one was more intense than the last. Ami is a true fighter. Not many kids her age survive this stage, and she’s still alive by the grace of God. But if nothing is done soon, I’m afraid we cannot save her for long.”I swallowed hard, my hands twisting in my lap. “Doctor, I’m trying my best to raise the money, but it’s still far off. Please… continue taking care of her until the funds are complete.”The doctor’s gaze met mine, a trace of pity in his eyes. “Sabrina, your efforts are commendable, but you need to do more if you want to save her life. Her name is still on the waiting list, but we can push it forward for $2.5 million. That’s the only way we can be sure she will be safe. Anything else is just

Sabrina’s POVSchool was hot that day. Not from the weather, but from the suffocating heat of gossip about Jace and Alice’s supposed engagement. Alice’s followers had skyrocketed overnight, and the whole campus buzzed about a wedding that hadn’t even been announced yet.Against my better judgement, I clicked on one of the blog posts trending at the top of my feed. My chest tightened as a video compilation rolled across my screen, clips of me on stage, masked and dancing under dim lights, spliced side by side with Alice’s perfect cheer routines in broad daylight. The headline read: “Who deserves Jace Harrington more? Class vs. Trash.”The comments scrolled endlessly. No wonder he picked Alice. The stripper could never. This is what an upgrade looks like.But buried between the hate were others that made my stomach twist for a different reason. That dancer is fire! Who even IS she? Sorry, but Spicy has more talent in one move than Alice in a whole routine. If Jace had sense, he’d

Jace’s POVSabrina had been unconscious for more than twenty-four hours.The news of her collapse spread faster than wildfire, overshadowing everything else, including the buzz about my so-called engagement. Alice and her crew had bolted before anyone arrived, which left me as the only witness. Everyone else had nothing but gossip and speculation. I was the one person who knew the truth of what happened, the one person who could testify to the vice chancellor before it went to the disciplinary panel.And at my school, bullying wasn’t just frowned upon; it was unforgivable, especially when it targeted a scholarship student.I should have been preparing to do the right thing. Instead, I was stuck in my father’s living room, listening to him and Mr Gomez try to twist me into lying.“I cannot believe you’re asking me to do that,” I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended. My chest felt tight. “I can’t stand in front of the panel and lie. I saw Alice with my own eyes. She and her friends

Sabrina’s POV“Rina! You know you have to open the door at some point, right?” Bree’s voice carried a sharp edge, muffled by the wood between us.Since Jace’s testimony, I hadn’t been the same. The hospital discharged me days ago, but I hadn’t stepped out of my bedroom since. The moment I got home, I shut myself in and locked the door, desperate to cry in peace. Broken. That was the only word for me.“Go away,” I rasped, my voice hoarse from too many tears. “I want to be alone.”“You cannot be left alone! You need to eat and take your aftercare meds! Please open the door so I don’t have to use my spare key.”I didn’t answer. Instead, I curled tighter under my blanket, staring blankly at the wall. Was it a crime to be poor? Because of Jace’s testimony, the school twisted the whole story and dismissed the case. According to them, I had attacked Alice first. Suddenly, I was the bully. The guilty one.The sound of metal sliding into the lock jolted me. Bree wasn’t bluffing. The knob turne

Jace’s POV"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer’s voice boomed, "a round of applause for the man of the show, Mr Harrington… "Alexander Harrington!"The crowd erupted as my father stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding the entire room before he even spoke a word. That was the thing about him: he didn’t need an introduction, but he always got the grandest one anyway. People were still clapping even as he reached the podium, a practised smile stretched across his face.He lifted his hands to acknowledge the crowd, flashing his Patek Philippe Nautilus, a 5980/10R-010 Rose Gold Diamond Special Edition. Cameras snapped in frenzied bursts, hungry for the perfect shot. Behind him, the velvet curtains parted to reveal a towering model of his latest empire: The Harrington Wellness & Sports Complex, a $500 million behemoth planted in the heart of Queens.Gasps rippled through the room as the design lit up on the giant LED screens: Olympic pools, training centres, indoor courts, and e