All Chapters of His Icy Regret: I Quit My Hockey Secret Lover's Wet Sheet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The low hum of the engine filled the tight space between us. Outside, city lights streaked past the tinted windows.I stared at the wad of tissues in my hand. Dark red and sticky.If this illness were to finally swallow me whole, my biological parents wouldn't shed a genuine tear. They’d likely just complain about my funeral disrupting their vacation plans before hurrying home to divide whatever meager assets I left behind.The Sinclaires? They’d buy the most obnoxious, oversized floral arrangement just to make sure the lifestyle magazines caught them looking appropriately tragic.Right, they'd do exactly that.They'd wipe me from their memories as easily as sweeping dust under a rug.I tilted my head against the cold leather seat, my eyes sliding toward the man behind the wheel.If I were going to die, I would make sure he and they never forgot me. I wanted my name to be a thorn in their throats, haunting them for the rest of their lives.Not with regret. Regret was too easy for them

His left arm stretched out straight to form a pillow under my neck, while his other arm wrapped firmly around my waist. I swallowed hard, feeling my throat dry.How many times had I imagined this? Waking up to the morning sun, finding Marco by my side, his face was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Once, this vision was the pinnacle of all my dreams.Now, that dream had come true, exactly as I had hoped. But all I felt was cold.Slowly, I pulled my hand out from under the blanket. My index finger lifted, tracing the sharp lines of his face. From his thick eyebrows, down to the straight curve of his nose, and stopping right at his slightly parted lips.Let the past burn to ashes. This man was no longer a dream. He was a weapon. And weapons… had to be sharpened.I leaned forward. Closing my eyes, I pressed my lips lightly against his. Soft, brief, almost harmless. Just enough to let him feel me there."You're horny as soon as you wake up?"The raspy vibration of his voice br

Marco’s eyelids fluttered shut for a heartbeat, his chest heaving as if he were trying to swallow the rage boiling inside him. When he looked back at me, the frustration in his dark eyes was palpable. He let go of his mother’s arm, almost throwing it away, and stepped into my space."I told you to stay put," he rasped. "Why must you be so damn stubborn?"Before I could answer, he pivoted. His toned body became a wall of muscle and expensive fabric, positioning itself between the trembling, venomous woman in the lobby and me. He was shielding me, a silent declaration that for now, I was under his protection."She isn’t a 'bitch,' Mom," Marco said, his voice dropping to a register so low it made the floorboards seem to vibrate. "She has a name. It’s Hazel. And unless you can find the civility to use it, you aren't welcome in this house again.""You... you're absolutely crazy!"I took a calculated step forward, peering over the ridge of Marco’s shoulder. I let my shoulders slump and my l

Grant Bennet's gray eyes, sharp and calculating, slowly shifted from my belly to his youngest grandson."Jonah," His deep voice echoed. "Is this woman telling the truth?"For a second that felt like an eternity, Jonah was silent. Then, warmth spread through my fingers as his large hand gripped mine tightly."It's true, Grandpa," Jonah replied, his voice steady without a hint of hesitation.Before anyone could respond, I unclasped my silver clutch with slow, measured movements. The metallic click drew the attention of the entire table. From within, I pulled out a small black-and-white photograph, showing it to Grant."It's only three weeks old," I said, letting my tone drop an octave to sound softer. I looked straight at the patriarch. "Still very vulnerable, sir. The doctor advised me not to experience any excessive emotional shock or starve my body."Jenny's eyes widened almost to the point of popping out of their sockets, while Mrs. Bennet covered her mouth with her napkin, letting

Like a thunderclap striking directly inside his skull, the reality finally hit Marco.The poisonous question dug into his brain, eating away at any remaining shred of sanity. Was that Jonah's child?Unable to bear the pressure in his chest, Marco turned and pushed open the nearby emergency staircase door. As soon as it closed, blocking out the sounds of the hospital, he slammed his fist into the reinforced concrete wall.Bang!The skin on his knuckles tore, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire burning in his chest. He let out a dry laugh, the sound sounding more like the roar of a trapped animal. His eyes were bloodshot, his breath ragged, bouncing off the narrow staircase walls."How dare she?" Marco growled at the walls soaked in his blood. "How dare she get pregnant with another bastard's? She... she's trying to be happy alone again after all that?!"What a sinner.The memory of his mother's collapse, Laura's pale face in the hospital bed, and Hazel's provocation added fue