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

1/5

Need Top Metal Stamping? Get 10% Discount (Start Now)

A

Chapter 100

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.

shivers down my spine as he gestured toward the small table adorned with a bottle

him made my stomach churn, but I forced a polite smile. “Sure, why

mine the entire time. I watch the deep crimson liquid cascade into the

proposed, lifting his glass in

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

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

what was rightfully mine,” he

slam the glass against his

echoed, my voice cold and

flicker of something sinister in his eyes. The tension in the room was frightening, an electrifying charge that hung

hand shot out, his grip like iron as he seized my arm. Panic surged through me as he pulled me toward him, his strength overpowering. The wine glasses. tumbled from our hands, crashing to the floor

on the bed, the fabric beneath

Metal Stamping? Get a 10% Discount (Start

Chapter 100

air, mingling with the fear that clenched at my throat. Bruce

more games, Evie,” he hissed, his

racing as I tried to wriggle

chilling, a sound that echoed with the darkness that resided within him. “You think you can

this twisted game of manipulation, but I know that reasoning with him is futile.

catching him. off guard. His grip

to my feet, every fiber of my being

him my 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

instant, his expression twisted with rage. I braced myself for his advance,

down below. Blue and red lights flashed across the windows, growing brighter by the second. Tires

rushed in. “Keep your hands off of her!” he growled,

seems to freeze then. Outnumbered, Bruce’s arrogance was replaced with

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

Bruce!” I cried out, and against my better judgement, I gave

3/5

Stamping? Get à

Chapter 100

shouting voices, and the desperate rush of footsteps. Bruce’s eyes widened in shock, his arrogant demeanor