All Chapters of Ice King Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, pale and hesitant, as if it, too, sensed the tension that had settled over Sheila’s apartment. She sat on the edge of her bed, hands clutching the duvet, mind spinning with the dread she had tried so hard to suppress. The finals were days away, and yet it wasn’t the anticipation of the game that gnawed at her—it was something far more insidious.Her phone buzzed again, insistent. Another notification, another reminder that the world she had tried to step away from was relentless. She hesitated before unlocking it.A message. From an unknown number.“You think you can have him? Think again, Sheila. Back off or face the consequences.”The words hit her like a punch to the chest. She knew immediately who it was. Elena. Atticus’s ex. The woman whose presence had always been a shadow lingering on the edges of his life.Sheila dropped the phone onto the bed, her fingers trembling. Her chest tightened, her throat raw with the panic she

The rink smelled of cold ice and sweat, the familiar tang of rubber and polished wood filling the air. Sheila’s footsteps echoed softly as she entered the arena, her boots clicking against the hard floors. She paused for a moment at the entrance, taking a steadying breath, forcing herself to push down the anxiety that had been coiling in her chest all morning. She had promised herself she wouldn’t let the past or Elena’s interference control her. She had promised herself she would show up, regardless of the storm she knew was waiting.Her eyes immediately scanned the rink, clipboard clutched tightly in her hands. Notes, observations, patterns—this was her world. Her way of holding onto control when the rest of her life seemed determined to pull her into chaos.And there they were.Elena. Standing near the players’ bench, arms crossed, a cold smile plastered on her face. She looked impossibly composed, almost untouchable, but Sheila could feel the underlying tension radiating off her i

Sheila sat at her desk, the sterile hum of the office surrounding her like a cage. Her hands hovered over the keyboard, frozen, while emails piled up, messages pinged, and the world continued to move around her. She had already drafted the resignation letter three times that morning, each version more emotional than the last, each one a confession of exhaustion, frustration, and quiet defeat.She leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, the weight pressing down on her chest. Every day had become a battle—pressure from Carter, constant scrutiny from the media, the tension with Atticus, and the never-ending stress of trying to remain professional while chaos loomed at every turn. Her career, once her source of pride, had become a labyrinth of traps she could barely navigate.Finally, she exhaled sharply, fingers trembling as she hit “send” on the resignation email. It was done. She was stepping away. No more whispers, no more manipulation, no more feeling like she was the next

The arena lights burned brighter than usual that evening, glaring against the freshly polished ice as players drifted in for practice. The air carried the sharp scent of cold steel, sweat, and anticipation. It felt like the entire building was holding its breath.Atticus stepped onto the ice with his usual controlled confidence, but anyone who knew him well could see the shift. His movements were sharper, faster, charged with something deeper than competitive focus. Every push of his skate carved aggressive lines into the ice, every shot against the goal thundered with barely contained frustration.The team noticed.Coach Rivera stood near the bench, arms folded, watching Atticus with narrowed eyes. He had seen that look before—years ago, during another storm that had nearly cost the team their best player.“Finch,” Rivera called out sharply after Atticus slammed another puck into the net hard enough to make the frame rattle. “Ease up.”Atticus barely glanced over his shoulder. “I’m f

The following days felt like walking on thin ice.The team atmosphere had changed completely. Conversations were shorter. Laughter had disappeared. Even the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court carried tension.And at the center of it all…Was Elena.Practice started early that morning, but no one arrived with their usual energy. The players stretched in silence while Carter flipped through his clipboard, his jaw tight.“Elena, you’re leading drills today,” Carter announced without looking up.A few team members exchanged uneasy glances.Elena stepped forward confidently, clapping her hands sharply.“Alright, everyone. We’re not here to babysit emotions. We’re here to win.”Her eyes briefly flickered toward Atticus.“Line up.”The players obeyed, but the hesitation was obvious.The drills began aggressively. Elena pushed the team harder than usual, her voice sharp and commanding.“Faster!” “You call that defense?” “Again!”Sweat quickly soaked through jerseys, breaths turning