All Chapters of Villainess on Ice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“Damon, let’s break up.” The words echoed loudly in the frozen locker room. “What are you talking about?” Damon growled, stepping closer and seizing my wrist in a tight grip. “You heard me, Damon,” I said, trying to pull my wrist free from his grasp but failing. “We are done.” I said it louder this time, my voice ringing clear through the tense silence. I knew I wasn’t going to stick around for whatever drama this was turning into. “There is only so much of your spoiled princess act I can take,” Damon hissed through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on my wrist even more firmly than he had before. “Then there is no need for you to endure it any longer,” I replied with a cold smirk, refusing to flinch. “Elara, you shouldn’t say such things,” that insufferable pest Rozetta started. “Damon lov—” I cut her off sharply. “Who asked you?” I asked her coldly. “Miss Pierrepont, we are not friends, so I would appreciate it if you don’t speak to me as if we were,” I uttered coldly

It was already the end of the school day. Finally, I could get some much-deserved rest. My body ached from yesterday's practice, a result of my progress. “Practice from here, El?” Paisley asked as we stepped outside the lecture hall, headed toward my car. “I don’t know,” I shrugged at her. “I already practiced on my own last night,” I admitted to her, but held off on the real reason. I had other plans today. “Oh… really now. Do I really want to know why?” she said with her arms crossed. I already knew why she said what she said, and the implications of her words made me irritated, changing from my previous emotions. “No, it’s not because—” “Elara!” I heard my name being called, cutting off what I wanted to say. One thing I hated the most was being interrupted. I turned to see Lila Ashworth stomping toward me. What does she want? “What do you want, country bumpkin?” I asked as she got within earshot. I saw her face grow redder with anger. “Elara Voss, I heard about you

I lay down embracing my pillow to my chest, replaying the conversation I had with Kai. If I remembered him correctly from my vision, he was the captain of the Fordnast University hockey team. Paisley already confirmed it. I took out a journal to write down everything. Those visions are my ticket to not ending up how I did. “The same guy who was hailed as the future of hockey and the one to be the next national hockey champion. The same position that leech Damon held. What else did I remember about him? Think. Think.” I thought out loud with my hand tapping on my chin. “Okay, he retired from playing hockey after suffering a career-ending injury during a game with Northridge University, which forced him to retire from hockey completely and focus on his family’s empire, Draven Industries, which soars under his leadership.” “After Draven Industries surpasses Voss Enterprise, it starts to bid on projects against Voss Enterprise, destroying it from the outside while those maggots de

“Coach, why weren’t they wearing the new jerseys?” I turned to the coach, questioning him instead. This was somebody’s idea. Either Damon convinced them all to wear the old ones, or they just did it because of their undisguised hatred for me. I still remembered in my vision they were all still the same people who stood behind Damon and Rozetta and laughed at me. “Miss, I don’t know what you are talking about,” he answered with a smirk. Just as I thought — he was in on it too. Probably gave them the go-ahead to do as they saw fit. I took out my phone, scrolled until I found what I was looking for, and pointed the screen toward them. “This is the jersey that you were supposed to wear during today’s match,” I raised my voice loud enough for everyone in the entire room to hear. “Why didn’t you wear it?” I asked again. “Maybe there was a delivery issue,” Rozetta answered instead. I was irritated already, and hearing her speak made it even worse. “Shut up,” I hissed at her. “I was