All Chapters of Accidentally Yours, Hockey Captain: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chapter 161: Alone in the Cage

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

Chapter 162: Silent Wars

Emily’s POV The moment the glass fell from my hand, the fight drained right out of Will—not because he was beaten, but because he was terrified of losing what he wanted. He stared at the blood on my throat, his face pale, his chest rising and falling fast, and for the first time since I met him, he looked like a man who didn’t know what to do next. “You stupid, stupid girl,” he muttered, his voice tight and trembling as he stepped closer. “What have you done?” “Don’t come near me,” I warned, though my voice shook now that the adrenaline was fading. My hand went to my neck, and my fingers came away wet and red. It stung, sharp and burning, but it wasn’t deep. Not deep enough. Will ignored me. He grabbed my wrist gently but firmly and pulled me toward the small sofa in the corner, pushing me down. “Sit. And don’t move.” “I’d rather stand,” I snapped, trying to pull away. “Sit, Emily!” he shouted, and the anger was back, hot and sharp, but he didn’t hurt me. He just went to the ba

Chapter 163: The Ice Never Lies

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

Chapter 164: The Crack in the Armor

Emily’s POV I stood by the door for what felt like an hour, my hand resting on the lock, listening to his footsteps fade down the hall. My throat throbbed where the bandage pressed against it, a dull, constant reminder of how far I’d come—and how much further I still had to go. I touched the three tiny stars I’d painted into the corner of Alex’s portrait one last time, whispering a silent prayer that he’d seen them, that he understood, that he was safe. Then I turned away and walked straight to the phone on the small table beside the bed. I dialed the front desk. The man who answered didn’t want to help. He told me Julian was busy. That no visitors were allowed. That I should go back to sleep and stop causing trouble. “Tell him it’s me,” I said, my voice steady and cold. “Tell him I need to see him. Alone. And if he doesn’t come in the next ten minutes, I’m going to scream loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear exactly what kind of business his friends are running here.”

Chapter 165: Midnight Approaches

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:

Chapter 166: Running on Empty

Alex’s POV The cold night air hit my face like a fist the moment I burst through the back door, and I didn’t stop to breathe until my lungs burned and my legs screamed for mercy. Branches tore at my clothes. Stones cut through my thin shoes. Sirens howled behind me, getting louder and closer every second, red lights flashing through the trees like hunting eyes. I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to put distance between me and that building before they sent dogs or cars or bullets after me. My shoulder screamed with every swing of my arm. I hadn’t even felt it happen back there, but now fire shot down my side—warm blood soaking through my shirt, sticky and fast. I’d been grazed. Not bad enough to stop me, but bad enough to remind me exactly how close I’d come to not making it out at all. I didn’t stop running until the sirens faded to a distant wail and the arena lights were just a glowing nightmare on the horizon. Then I stumbled into a hollow between two old oak t

Chapter 167: The Signal

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

Chapter 168: Unlikely Allies

Alex’s POV The knock came again — three quick, two slow — and my heart hammered so hard I could barely hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. I lowered the gun slowly, my fingers still tight around the grip, and backed toward the door. If this was a trap, it was a smart one. If it wasn’t… well, I was about to find out who Julian had trusted with the rest of our lives. “Alex? Are you in there?” Kara’s voice. Soft, shaky, but unmistakable. I exhaled a breath I felt like I’d been holding for days, my knees nearly giving out. I reached out, turned the lock, and pulled the door open. Kara stood there, her coat pulled tight around her, eyes wide and bright with fear. Beside her was Pierre — the gallery owner, the man who had discovered Emily, who had always been kind to her. He looked tired, older than I’d ever seen him, holding a folder against his chest like a shield. “Thank God,” Kara breathed, stepping inside before I could even speak, grabbing my good arm and looking me up an

Chapter 169: The Morning of the Lie

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

Chapter 170: Minutes on the Clock

Alex’s POVThe clock on the wall ticked so loud I could hear it over my own breathing. Every second stretched like a rubber band, thin and tight, ready to snap. Ten past six. Eleven. Twelve. Each one another breath closer to losing everything.“Alex, sit down. You’re making me nervous.”I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. I paced the length of the small room, back and forth, back and forth, my boots thudding against the floor like a second heartbeat. Kara was at the table, phones spread out in front of her, talking in low quick voices to people I’d never met, coordinating witnesses, lining up transport, making sure every single domino was in the right place before we pushed the first one over. Pierre sat beside her, hunched over his laptop, his face pale blue in the glow of three screens, fingers flying so fast they blurred.“It’s all set,” Kara said, covering the mouthpiece for a second. “Twelve witnesses confirmed. Journalists standing by. Police team on standby, twenty minutes out. Everythin

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