Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Alex’s POV “Let go of me!” I snarled, twisting and fighting against the iron grips holding my arms. My shoulders burned, my jaw throbbed where the guard had hit me, blood still crusted under my nose—but I didn’t care. I would fight them until my last breath if that was what it took. They shoved me forward hard, and I stumbled, barely catching myself before I fell flat onto the ice. The cold bit straight through my thin uniform, sharp and biting, as they released me and stood back at the door, watching like wolves waiting for the kill. “Try to calm down, Alex,” Julian said from the doorway, his voice smooth and reasonable, as if he were talking to a child having a tantrum. “You are only hurting yourself this way. You won’t gain anything by losing your temper.” I spun around on him, my eyes burning with pure rage. “All this time… I actually thought I knew you. I thought you were Will’s friend, sure, but I never imagined you would be part of something this sick. I never imagined you

Alex’s POV The moment the heavy steel door slammed shut and the lock clicked into place, the world narrowed down to just me and the ice beneath my skates. The cold bit straight through my thin uniform, sinking deep into my bones until my teeth started chattering, but I barely noticed. My jaw throbbed where the guard had punched me, blood crusted tight under my nose, my shoulders burning from how hard they’d twisted my arms—but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was that she was alive. She was safe. For now. “Lap twenty!” the coach’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker, sharp and cruel. “And pick up the pace! You think this is a vacation? Move!” I gritted my teeth and pushed off again, digging my blades into the ice until they bit hard. Around and around I went, one foot in front of the other, my breath coming in ragged white clouds that vanished almost as fast as they appeared. This isn’t just exercise, I told myself, counting each stride. This isn’t just punishment

Alex’s POVI was sitting on the edge of my narrow cot, staring at the floor, when I heard the voices outside my door. Two guards, low and careless, talking like walls had no ears.“Forty-eight hours,” one said. “Wedding and final deal at the same time. Everything transfers that night.”“Nice and clean,” the other replied. “Gone before sunrise. Good work if you can get it.”My blood turned to ice. Forty-eight hours. Two days. That was all we had. Will wasn't wasting any more time. He was speeding everything up. The wedding, the money, the disappearance—all of it happening before we even had a chance to breathe. Before we had a chance to fight back.I paced the small room, my mind racing. Move up the timeline. Lock everything down. Vanish. He was tying up loose ends. And we were the biggest loose ends of all.Hours later, when the shift changed and the hall went quiet, something slid under my door. A folded scrap of paper. I snatched it up, heart hammering, and read it by the dim light:

Emily’s POVThe second Alex vanished through that door and the sirens tore the night apart, the whole place turned into a madhouse. I stood frozen at my window, watching red and blue lights flash everywhere, hearing shouts boom down the halls, boots pounding up the stairs and slamming against doors. Guards ran past my room three, four, five at a time—guns in their hands, faces hard, eyes wild. The whole building locked down tight as a vault. And Julian was gone.I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, searching the darkness for any sign of them. Did he make it? Did they catch him? Is Julian still alive? Every second stretched like an hour. Every shadow looked like a threat.The door burst open behind me so hard it banged against the wall. I spun around, heart hammering so hard I thought it would give out. Will stood there, chest heaving, hair messy, his usually perfect suit wrinkled and askew. He looked wild—eyes wide, cheeks flushed, trembling all over with rage and fear.“Wher

Emily’s POVI woke up before the sun even thought about rising. The room was still wrapped in that deep, quiet dark that feels like it belongs to no one but the ghosts. For a second, I didn't know where I was. My body ached in places I couldn't name—shoulders tight, chest heavy, a dull throb behind my eyes. Then memory crashed over me all at once, cold and sharp, and my eyes flew open.Right here. Right now. Trapped.I sat up slowly, careful not to make a sound. The air felt different this morning. Heavier. Tense, like a string pulled so tight it hummed. Something had shifted. I could feel it in my bones.Then I saw it. Hanging in the corner, bathed in the faint gray light seeping through the curtains. The dress.My breath caught. It was beautiful—soft ivory lace, delicate pearl buttons running all the way down the back, silk that shimmered even in the dark. It looked like something a dream would wear. But to me? It was a cage. Every stitch a lock. Every fold a chain. A prison made of