The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 100

My heart raced like a runaway train as I stood outside the discreet hotel room, fear and determination churning within me like a stormy sea. This was it–the culmination of months of careful planning and nerve–wracking risks.

I took a deep breath, adjusting the recorder taped to my thigh, its weight growing heavier with each step.

Lucas was situated in the room across the hall, silently waiting to intervene if things took a dangerous

turn. I nodded at him, gratitude pooling in my chest for his unwavering support. We had come too far to let anything go wrong now.

Aria and the authorities were right outside, also ready to step in if anything went wrong. I was still on my own up in that cramped little hallway. It was a risky dance, but it was the only way to expose Bruce.

I pushed open the door to the hotel room, my heart pounding as I stepped inside. Bruce was already there, lounging casually as if he held all the cards. His smug smile sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t afford to falter.

I had to stay strong.

“Evie, my dear, you’re looking positively radiant,” Bruce purred, his eyes raking over me with unsettling intensity. He moved closer, and I fought to keep my composure as he got overly touchy, his hands brushing against my arm in a way that made my skin crawl.

I forced a smile, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Can we just get this over with?”

His arrogant grin widened, as if he believed he had already won. “Ah, someone’s eager.”

As he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, I felt my stomach churn. But I couldn’t let my fear show. With every word I chose, I had to play the part perfectly, extracting the information we needed without arousing his suspicions.

The hotel room exuded an atmosphere of concealed malevolence. The air was

thick with tension as

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Bruce and I faced each other, locked in a dangerous dance of wills. I despised every moment I was forced to be in his presence, but I’d learned that survival requires embracing the role I’d chosen.

small table adorned with

of sharing a drink with him made my stomach churn, but I forced a polite

I watch the deep crimson liquid

he proposed, lifting his glass in a

return, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Each sip I took felt like a bitter reminder of

practically feel his satisfaction, his belief that he’d finally cornered me. He took a

was rightfully mine,”

the glass against his smug face, but I knew that would only lead to disaster. Instead, I lifted my

beginnings,” I echoed, my voice cold and

eyes. The tension in the room was frightening, an electrifying charge that hung between us like a noose. And then, in

he pulled me toward him, his strength overpowering. The wine glasses. tumbled from our hands, crashing

myself on the

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mingling with the fear that clenched at my throat. Bruce loomed over me, his weight pinning me down as his fingers

more games, Evie,” he hissed, his breath hot against

his grip, my heart racing as I tried to wriggle free. “Let go

laughter was chilling, a sound that echoed with the darkness that resided within

manipulation, but I know that reasoning with him is futile. My only

and began to kick wildly, catching him. off guard. His grip

scrambled to my feet, every

fear. I stood my ground, my breath ragged as I met his. gaze with defiance. “You can’t control me anymore, Bruce. The truth will come out, and you’ll pay for everything you’ve

his expression twisted with rage.

and red lights flashed across the windows, growing brighter by the second. Tires squealed on the pavement and

make a move, the door burst open, and Lucas rushed in. “Keep

freeze then. Outnumbered, Bruce’s arrogance

for the other man to dodge him swiftly. As Lucas collided into the nearby table, Bruce took that

and against my better judgement, I gave

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erupted in chaos, a storm of flashing lights, shouting voices, and the desperate rush of footsteps.