All Chapters of My Fake Boyfriend Is My Enemy Hockey Captain : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LenaRowan stood at the far end of the corridor.And for one terrifying second—Nobody moved.The flickering emergency light cut across his face, leaving half of it buried in shadow.The metal case hung from his hand.Cold.Ordinary.And somehow—More frightening than a weapon.My pulse hammered painfully.Because this time—He wasn’t hiding behind speakers.He wasn’t running.He had come to us.The corridor groaned violently.Dust floated through a weak red light.Still—Rowan remained calm.The young security guard beside us went pale.“Oh God…”His whisper shook.Rowan looked at him first.Then at Kane.And smiled faintly.“There you are, captain.”Kane stepped forward instantly.Protective.Dangerous.His voice turned cold.“Drop the case.”Rowan tilted his head.“No.”The answer came softly.Almost bored.The corridor shook again.A loud metallic scream echoed overhead.But Rowan barely reacted.And suddenly—That scared me.Because people who stopped fearing danger were unpredic

Lena“She wasn’t running from me.”The words shattered the corridor.And suddenly—Everything went silent.The collapsing rink.The screaming metal.The dust falling around us.None of it mattered.My pulse hammered painfully.Because Rowan looked serious.Too serious.And that terrified me.No.No—I stared at him.“What?”Mason looked pale beneath the concrete slab.Kane had gone completely still.And Rowan—Rowan looked exhausted.Like carrying truth had finally become heavier than revenge.The corridor groaned violently overhead.Still—Nobody moved.My voice shook.“She wasn’t running from you?”Rowan’s eyes met mine.“No.”The answer came softly.Not defensive.Not angry.Just tired.Cold spread through my stomach.Because suddenly—The story I had built inside my head began cracking apart.Years of rumors.Campus whispers.A dead girl.A missing boy.And a villain everyone agreed on.Too simple.Maybe too simple.Kane’s voice cut sharply through the corridor.“Stop.”Rowan look

Lena“GET DOWN!”Rowan’s shout ripped through the corridor.And everything exploded.The ceiling gave way.Concrete crashed downward.Metal screamed overhead.Dust burst through the hallway like smoke.I dropped instantly beside Mason.The impact shook the ground beneath us.A deafening crack split the corridor.Then—Something slammed into me.Strong arms.Kane.He pulled me against him just as debris crashed where I had been kneeling.The world disappeared into noise.Concrete.Dust.Screaming metal.And for one terrifying second—I couldn’t breathe.Then silence.Not complete.Just broken.The ringing kind.My lungs burned.I coughed hard.Dust coated my throat.Emergency lights flickered weakly through gray smoke.Kane’s arm still wrapped around me.Too close.Too protective.And somehow—That frightened me.Because I didn’t know what I felt anymore.Fear.Anger.Relief.Everything hurts.His voice came low beside my ear.“You okay?”I nodded weakly.Then remembered—“Mason!”Pani

LenaThe flash drive sat between Coach Hale’s fingers.Small.Black.Ordinary.And somehow—More frightening than the collapsing rink.Nobody moved.The gas hissed behind us.The corridor groaned overhead.But all I could see—Was that drive?Ava’s drive.The missing truth.My pulse hammered painfully.No.Coach Hale looked calm.Too calm.Like he had expected this moment.Like he had rehearsed it.The emergency lights flickered weakly across his silver hair and unreadable face.And suddenly—Campus legend didn’t fit anymore.He looked different.Smaller.Colder.Dangerous.Rowan stared at the drive.And I watched his expression break.Not anger.Not hatred.Fear.Real fear.My stomach twisted.No.Coach Hale smiled faintly.“You look surprised.”Rowan’s voice sounded raw.“You said you destroyed it.”The words hit me hard.Destroyed.Hale tilted his head.“I lied.”The corridor trembled violently.Dust drifted downward.Still—Nobody moved.Because the truth had finally entered the r

LenaThe world stopped.Detective Adrian Cross stood on the stairwell with a gun in his hand.And suddenly—Nothing made sense anymore.Not Coach Hale.Not Rowan.Not Ava.Not any of it.The emergency lights flickered weakly across Cross’s face.Older now.More tired than the photos I had seen online.But unmistakable.The retired detective who investigated Ava’s death.The man who closed the case.The man who told everyone there was no murder.My pulse hammered painfully.No.No—This couldn’t be real.Beside me, Mason went rigid.His face was drained of color.Even Hale looked stunned.And that terrified me.Because until now—Coach Hale had looked like the man controlling everything.But the moment Cross pulled back that hood—Something changed.Fear.Real fear.The gas hissed louder through the broken pipe.The rink groaned overhead.Dust drifted through weak red lights.Still—Nobody moved.Cross lowered the gun slightly.Not surrender.Control.Always control.His eyes moved tow