All Chapters of IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CARLOS.The captain's letter is back on my jersey.A few weeks ago, I thought getting it back is all I wanted. Now that it finally happens, it does not feel the way I imagine. Coach quietly returns it before practice, only saying that the investigation proves I am not responsible for the leaked strategy. He does not make a big announcement. He simply places the jersey in my hands and nods once. I thank him, but when I walk into the locker room wearing it again, I can already feel the eyes on me.Some of the guys smile.Others look away.A few whisper to each other before I even reach my locker.One player mutters just loud enough for me to hear."So he's captain again."Another shrugs."Guess Coach forgot how badly we lost."I pretend not to hear them. Getting angry will only prove them right.Coach blows his whistle a few minutes later."On the ice! Let's move!"Everyone rushes out, but the tension follows us. Every pass feels sharper than usual. Every mistake earns an angry look.We

DEVIN.I cannot stop thinking about the names Whitney found.Every volunteer who works beside Carlos and Jayden seems to disappear after the assault. Some transferred schools, some graduated early, and others vanished so completely that it feels like they never exist at all. That is not normal, and the more I think about it, the more I believe those students know something everyone else has forgotten—or has been forced to forget.After two days of sending messages, I finally get a reply. It comes from a former volunteer named Rachel.Her message is short."One hour. Small café near the train station. Don't bring anyone."My heart starts beating faster.I quickly text Whitney."I found someone willing to talk. I’ll be meeting her privately.”She replies almost immediately."Be careful."I arrive at the café fifteen minutes early.The place is quiet, with only a few customers drinking coffee while soft music plays in the background. Every time the door opens, I look up. I expect someone

WHITNEYThe loud crash at the arena stays in my head long after Carlos and I leave that evening. We search every hallway together, even checking the locker room and the equipment storage, but we find nothing except a fallen metal cart lying on its side. Carlos says it could have fallen by itself, but neither of us truly believes that. I keep looking over my shoulder as I walk home, unable to shake the feeling that someone must have been following us. Even after I lock my bedroom door that night, I cannot sleep because every small sound makes my heart race.The next morning, I decide I am letting my imagination get the better of me. I tell myself that I am only nervous because everything I believed has fallen apart. Before leaving for school, I hide my investigation notebook beneath a stack of old textbooks inside my desk drawer. I know exactly where I leave it because I carefully line up the books before closing the drawer. It makes me feel a little better, as if I have protected the

Whitney's POVI spend the entire school day watching the clock instead of the whiteboard. Every lesson feels twice as long because I cannot stop thinking about Devin's phone call. I found the missing week, he had said. Those words keep repeating in my head until I can barely focus on anything else. The moment the final bell rings, I grab my bag and hurry toward the library, where we agreed to meet in one of the private study rooms. My heart is beating so fast that I almost expect to hear it echo through the hallway.When I open the study room door, Devin is already there. He sits quietly on a chair, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His expression is everything but relaxed. The large table is covered with printed photographs, copied documents, handwritten notes, and Devin's laptop. It looks less like a school project and more like detectives trying to solve a crime that happened years ago."I came as fast as I could,” I say as I walk towards them.Devin gives me a small nod."

CARLOSThe silence inside the study room feels heavier than ever. We keep staring at the empty space where page thirteen should have been, but no matter how long we look, it does not come back. That missing page feels like a hole in the middle of our investigation. I force myself to stop thinking about what is gone and focus on what we still have. Sometimes the answers are hidden in the details people ignore.I pull one of the volunteer schedules closer and begin reading every name again. Whitney and Devin are busy comparing attendance sheets, but I read each page slowly instead of rushing. The names start repeating until one suddenly catches my attention. My heart skips a beat. I know that name. I have not thought about it in years, but I know exactly who it belongs to."Wait," I say.Whitney looks up first."What is it?""I think we missed someone."Devin turns toward me."Who?"I point to the list with my finger."This person."Both of them lean closer.Whitney quietly reads the na