Todos los capítulos de Claimed By The Hockey Captain: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

LoriThe morning sun felt like a cold, cruel glare as I dragged my heavy duffel bag across the paved walkway toward my dorm building. I hadn't slept a single minute. The entire night had been spent tossing and turning on the narrow hostel bed, scrubbing my skin until it burned, and replaying the terrifying moment in Richard’s car over and over again.My stomach churned with every step I took. I felt isolated, terrified, and utterly alone.I didn't know who to confide in. Who could I possibly tell without making everything ten times worse? If I told the other fashion judges, they’d think I was making excuses or trying to stir up drama after losing first place. If I told Ann, she’d blame Lucas or blow it completely out of proportion. And if I told Lucas...My heart squeezed with a sharp, agonizing pain. If I told Lucas that Richard had laid his hands on me, he would lose his mind. He’d march straight to Richard’s hotel, start a violent

LoriThe world didn't just tilt; it completely snapped off its axis.Ann’s terrifying confession echoed inside my skull, growing louder and louder until it sounded like a roaring waterfall. The air in my lungs turned into solid lead. My vision blurred around the edges, flickering with dark, static spots as the room tilted violently beneath my feet."Lori?" Ann’s panicked voice sounded like it was coming from under miles of cold water. "Lori, look at me!"I tried to reach out, tried to grab the edge of the kitchen counter to steady myself, but my legs instantly turned to liquid. The overwhelming physical trauma of the past twenty four hours all slammed into me at once.My knees buckled. Everything went completely pitch black."Lori! Wake up! Oh my god, Lori!"The cold sensation of wet paper towels pressed against my forehead dragged me back to consciousness. I gasped, sucking in a sharp breath as my eyes fluttered open. The ceiling fan was spinning wildly above me. I was lying flat on

LoriI turned on my heel and walked straight toward my bedroom, my heavy leather duffel bag dragging uselessly against the carpet behind me.My bedroom door was already half open. I shoved it wider, stepped inside, and tossed my bag into the dark corner by my desk. Every movement felt sluggish, heavy, and completely detached from my body, as if I were watching myself move from somewhere far above the room.Footsteps rushed down the corridor behind me."Lori, wait!" Ann called out, her voice laced with sheer panic as she pushed her way into my bedroom right behind me. She grabbed my arm, her eyes wide with deep concern, her face pale. "Lori, please, talk to me. Are you okay? Don't listen to a single word that crazy snake says! We can fix this—""Ann," I said softly. My voice sounded flat, hollow, and completely devoid of life, surprising even myself."Lori, you're shaking. Just sit down. Let me get you a glass of water

LoriAnn held me tightly as my sobbing gradually slowed into ragged, exhausted hitches of breath. The cold silence of my bedroom settled over us, heavy with the weight of everything I had just poured out."I don't know what to do, Ann," I whispered, my voice hoarse and raw. I wiped a stray tear from my cheek, staring helplessly at the shattered remnants of my phone scattered across the floor. "Lucas thinks I cheated on him. He saw that terrible photo, watched that horrible video, and now he hates me. Do I go to his dorm? Do I try to find him at the rink and explain what Richard did to me?"Ann loosened her grip on my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye, her face grave."Lori, listen to me very carefully," Ann said, her voice dropping into a firm, steady tone. "You cannot go ambush him right now. You're traumatized, you haven't slept, and Lucas is probably a ticking time bomb after what Jessica pulled last night.""But I can'

LoriI kept my chin up and my eyes fixed straight ahead, clutching the small paper pass for tomorrow’s hockey match tight in my jacket pocket. But I couldn't block out the suffocating atmosphere around me. Whispers trailed in our wake like smoke, and everywhere I looked, students were nudging each other, slanting weird, judgment filled gazes in my direction.A group of girls sitting by the lawn stopped their conversation the second Ann and I walked past, their eyes darting from their phone screens to my face with cold, mocking amusement. Two guys from the athletic department leaned against a pillar, shaking their heads with distaste as I hurried by.It was sickening. The entire campus had seen the photo. The entire campus had judged me, condemned me, and passed their verdict without knowing a single shred of the truth.And I knew with absolute certainty who had set this entire nightmare in motion. It was definitely Jessica.