Todos os capítulos de Game of Hearts : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Vance’s words hung in the air like a threat.Kai didn’t answer him. He just stared at the flash drive for a long second, jaw locked, before releasing Vance’s collar with a rough shove. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the exit. Zara followed, her pulse still racing, fury and fear twisting together in her chest.Neither of them spoke as they left the facility.The car ride home was worse than silence. Zara sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Kai’s grip on the steering wheel was hard enough to turn his knuckles white. The tension between them felt heavy enough to crack the windows.By the time they pulled up in front of the athlete's house, Zara’s anger had only grown sharper.The second the car stopped, she shoved the door open.The car door slammed hard enough to echo across the quiet street.The second they stepped inside the athlete's house, Zara ripped the bag off her shoulder and threw it onto the floor

It was 6:45 a.m. when the loud knock hit Zara’s door.She groaned, pulling the pillow over her head. The knock came again, harder this time.“Zara. Get up. We leave in fifteen minutes.”Kai’s voice. Low. Controlled. Annoyingly awake.Zara sat up, fury already rising in her chest. She stormed to the door and yanked it open just enough to glare at him. He stood there in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly put together for this early in the morning.“I hate you,” she snapped.Kai’s eyes moved over her briefly, messy hair, oversized sleep shirt, pure irritation, before returning to her face. “Noted. Wear something that looks like we’re not at war. Coach’s orders.”She slammed the door in his face.Fifteen minutes later, Zara stepped out of her room.She had chosen a fitted deep-green midi dress that hugged her waist and followed the curve of her hips before ending just below the knee. The neckline was clean but low enough to show the soft line of her collarbon

Kai’s words were still hanging in the air when his phone buzzed again. Coach Harlan’s name lit up the screen. The message was short and final.Mandatory appearance. Team charity gala. One hour.Zara stared at him. “You’re joking.”Kai locked the phone and reached for his jacket. “Do I look like I’m joking?”“We just got a threat against my brother, and now we’re supposed to go smile at cameras and pretend everything is fine?”“Yes.” His voice was calm, but tight. “Because if we don’t show up, it looks like something’s wrong. And if it looks like something’s wrong, they push harder.”Zara hated that he was right. She hated even more that she followed him out of the athlete house anyway.---The university charity gala was already in full swing by the time they arrived. Soft lights spilled across the polished floor. Coaches, players, donors, and campus media filled the room. Cameras lined the entrance.The second they stepped into view, Kai’s hand settled on the small of Zara’s ba

Ring!!Ring !!Ring!!The phone wouldn’t stop ringing…Kai picked it up, eyes scanning the screen, jaw locked so tight a muscle jumped in his cheek. The assistant swallowed hard and tried to lean back, but there was nowhere to go.“Who sent this?” Kai asked.“I—I don’t know.”“Try again.”“I swear, I just forward things sometimes. I don’t ask questions.”Zara’s stomach turned. “Forward things from who?”Before the assistant could answer, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Kai’s head snapped toward the door. In one smooth movement, he slipped the phone into his pocket, grabbed Zara’s wrist, and pulled her back just as the door handle turned.A staff member stepped in, frowning. “Everything okay in here?”Kai’s expression shifted instantly, calm, controlled, almost bored. “All good. Just asking about media clearance for the next event.”The staff member looked between them, then at the pale assistant, before nodding slowly. “Office closes in ten.”The second the man left, Kai’s g

“I did it because the last time you moved alone, someone got close enough to slip a note into your bag.” His voice dropped, losing all room for argument, heavy with a dark, unyielding conviction that made the quiet room feel instantly smaller. “And this afternoon, someone was close enough to send orders while we were still standing in the same room. I’m not going to wait politely for the next escalation.”Zara let out a sharp, frustrated breath and turned away, marching farther into the living room just to put physical distance between them. Her hands were not entirely steady, a subtle betrayal of her composure that she instantly despised. She hated that a small, exhausted part of her actually understood his terrifying reasoning. She hated even more that when he spoke like that,low, absolute, and fiercely protective, something deep in her chest reacted before her anger could mount a proper defense.“You can’t keep doing this,” she said, her back kept firmly turned toward him as she st