บททั้งหมดของ Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Emily’s POVI was still sitting on the edge of my bed, tears streaming endlessly down my face, when the doorbell rang. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest and buried my face in my hands. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to speak to a single soul. Every word Will had spoken echoed over and over again inside my head, sharp and cruel, cutting deeper than any knife.If you had not gone to bed with Alex… Julian would not hate him. Everything fell apart because of you. You destroyed everything.I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart aching so badly it felt like it might break. Was he right? Was it all my fault? Had I been the one to ruin everything? Alex lost his best friend. Alex lost his place. Alex lost his freedom, his home, his very life—and now he was gone, held captive somewhere, suffering alone. Was every terrible thing that had happened to him… because of me?The doorbell rang again. Longer this time. More insistent.I wiped my face roughly with th

Emily’s POVI was standing near the large window in the gallery, staring out at the street below, when Mrs. Anderson walked over to me. She stopped beside me, her expression gentle but curious, and spoke in a quiet, careful voice.“I heard you left with Will yesterday, Emily,” she said.I turned to look at her, my heart giving a small, uneasy lurch. I nodded slowly, searching for the right words, not knowing how much I should say, not knowing who I could truly trust anymore.“Ah… yes,” I said. “He… he suddenly asked me to go with him. I didn’t have much choice.”Mrs. Anderson studied my face for a moment, her gaze soft but searching. “If I may ask… where did he take you? Was it for work? Was it something related to the project?”I hesitated, my lips pressing together tightly. Should I tell her? Should I tell her about the mansion, about the strange men by the pool, about the threats, the lies, the terrible things I had heard Will and George say? Or would it only put her in danger too?

Alex’s POV“Hey you! New kid! What are you doing just standing there? The floor is wet! Mop it before someone slips and breaks their neck!”One of the team members shouted at me from across the ice arena, his voice echoing off the high, cold walls. I stood motionless near the entrance, staring out at the rink, my skates still unlaced, my gear hanging heavy and useless in my hands.This was it. This was the place I had dreamed of since I was a little boy, lacing up my first pair of skates, imagining this exact moment. The international hockey team. The highest level there was. Every player’s ultimate dream. I should have been proud. I should have been bursting with happiness. I should have felt like the luckiest man alive.But the truth was… I didn’t want this at all. Not like this. Not under these circumstances.All I wanted was Emily. I wanted to pick up a phone and hear her voice. I wanted to tell her I was okay, that I was thinking about her, that I loved her more than anything in

Alex’s POV“Why are you doing this to my life?! Answer me!”I shouted the words so loud my throat burned, slamming my hand against the desk in the coach’s office where my stepfather had dragged me. The room was quiet, cold, lined with trophies and photographs of past victories—all things that should have meant something to me, but now felt like nothing more than decorations in a prison. He stood before me, calm and composed, as if he had planned every single moment of this, as if he had been waiting for this day for years. But why? What was all of this for?“Answer me, you coward!” I yelled again, stepping forward, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.My stepfather only gave a short, cold laugh before his expression hardened into something sharp and unyielding. He looked me straight in the eyes, and for the first time, I saw something deeper there—something old, bitter, and long-planned.“Because you still owe me, Alex,” he said, his voice low and final. “And debts must be paid.”

Emily’s POV When Kael pulled up outside the hospital, my chest felt tight and heavy, every breath shallow and strained. We walked quickly down the long, quiet hallway toward Peter’s room, and I saw the rest of the hockey team standing there—Peter’s closest friends, his teammates—huddled together outside the closed door, shifting on their feet, their faces etched with worry and confusion. They had come straight from practice, still in their tracksuits, some holding flowers, others carrying his favorite snacks, all of them ready to sit with him and talk and keep him company. “Hey,” Kael said, stepping up to them, his voice low and concerned. “Why are you all still out here? Why haven’t you gone in to see him yet?” One of the guys, Mike, shook his head slowly, his shoulders slumped. “They won’t let us in. The nurses and the security guards said no one is allowed inside except immediate family. That’s all they would tell us. We tried explaining we’re like family to him, but they just