All Chapters of The Enemy Who Collected My Corpse: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evelyn’s P.O.V.“Come on, Zack. Get a grip on yourself.” Coach Henry yelled, banging his hand against the glass wall.I continued making notes of every mistake that they were making and the opening that could go wrong at any time during the finals.This match was crucial for all of us, including me.This was the first time that I proposed a very new theory and yes…I was anxious.It must work, as it was also going in my portfolio.“Damn it, Adrian. Don’t leave an opening on your right.” Coach Henry continued yelling at me, his usual work.My eyes were darting between them with precision, noticing every slid the blade of their skates made against the ice.Every wrong slide that could pull us away from the win.Every wrong stroke against the rink…I noted everything.“How is it going?” Brian asked me from behind.“Not bad so far,” I answered, keeping my eyes on them.Zack had been making the same mistake again and again.I had told me countless times that he shouldn’t leave an opening o

Evelyn’s P.O.V. (Continued)“The way you are stating this, it feels like a big deal, Kaelen,” I answered with a faint and teasing smile.“We all know that no strategy and planning work one hundred percent successfully once you touch the playground. Anyone around you can give you a plan to play, but once you face your opponent, it’s you who decide how to play your game.” I added, tilting my head slightly.I knew that I was right.It’s not just about ice hockey, but every game has its own uncertainties, and no strategist can predict them with one hundred percent certainty.And even if he were Kaelen Blackthorne, he was no exception.My palms were still sweaty, but I still looked at him confidently.All my anxiety flew out of the window the second he started discussing game.“You are right.” He mumbled, and I just gave him an I-Was-Right jerk of my head.“So,” He took a deep breath, crossing his legs under the table.“Did you notice any changes in my game plan during that match?” he aske

Evelyn’s P.O.V. (Continued)My body froze.My mind was made up about ruining Zack and building my career, but my body still remembered every second of abuse that I endured in my past life.“Don’t come closer to me,” I screamed, taking two steps backward in panic.My scream startled Zack, though.His eyes widened in disbelief.I was shaking badly, and the fear in my eyes was so raw that everyone around us stopped.“Stay away from me, Zack,” I screamed again, my legs now trembling hard.“Eve…. Calm down…. I….. I didn’t mean to… to.”“To what?” I looked at Cathy, and tears filled my eyes instantly.She was almost running in our direction, her face flushing red because of the anger.For a second, I thought that she would lunge at Zack, but she approached me.I threw myself into his embrace and she held me tightly against her chest.My face was now buried in the crook of her neck.“She told you again and again not to approach her, Zack. Why can’t you understand the plain English?” Cathy ye

Evelyn’s P.O.V. (Continued)Heat rushed to my feet.Lying to my parents and to any of my family members wasn’t something that I ever did in my past life and certainly couldn’t do in this life.“Ye…..esss, Dad. I only admired him because of the match.” I stammered a little because of the embarrassment, shrinking my shoulders slightly.“She said that she has no romantic feelings for that boy, and it’s enough for us, Davis.” Mom scolded Dad, but I could feel relief in her tone.I looked at my parents and took a deep breath.Judging by the way Dad avoided my eyes, he had no intention of revealing that information either.I swallowed the questions crowding my mind.If they didn't want to tell me, forcing them wouldn't help.Mom looked at me with a serious gaze.“I am glad that you don’t have any feelings for that boy, Evely.” Mom said in a very serious tone.I stared at her blankly; my attention was completely on her.“We have some business arrangements with that family, and yes, that’s wh

Evelyn’s P.O.V. (Continued)We were one mistake away from conceding the first goal.One mistake that could be made in first place.Brian swore under his breath.Coach Henry was already shouting instructions from the bench.“Hold your positions! Stop chasing the puck!”The players regrouped, but my gaze was fixed on Zack.He was breathing hard, his shoulders rising and falling beneath his jersey.He looked furious.But not because he made a mistake.His anger was directed at others – at the defenders who stopped him; at Northbridge for refusing to give him the opening he wanted.And perhaps at the fact that the play hadn't ended with everyone watching him score.If it were my past life, I would have spent the next break explaining how he could turn his mistake into an opportunity.I would have made him believe that he was still the centre of the game.But I wasn't that girl anymore.“Evelyn!” I looked at Brian’s dark face.“What’s the backup plan?” He asked grimly.I looked back at the