The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 225

$2097%

11:25

+5

I awoke to a throbbing pain in my head, a persistent ache that pulsed with the remnants of whatever drug they had injected me with. My vision swam in and out of focus, the room a hazy, unfamiliar blur. Panic gripped me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.

As awareness trickled in, I found myself lying on a plush couch in a dimly lit room. My head throbbed, the remnants of the drug’s effects lingering, and my vision remained clouded, as if veiled by a dense fog.

The unfamiliar surroundings heightened my sense of disorientation. Panic surged within me as I struggled to make sense of where I was. This wasn’t Bruce’s place, and the realization shattered the fragile hope I’d clung to moments ago.

My suspicions about Bruce dissipated, replaced by a chilling certainty that I was ensnared in someone’s trap entirely.

The sound of heels clicking on tiled floors snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. Stella emerged from the shadows, her posture relaxed and a smug smirk gracing her lips.

“Hello, Evie,” she purred, her voice laced with an unsettling satisfaction. “Had a nice nap?”

I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, as if weighted down by invisible chains. Fear clawed at my chest as I struggled to lift my limbs. “What have you done to me?” I demanded, my voice trembling.

Stella’s facade of innocence sent a chill down my spine. “Me? Oh, I’ve done nothing but enjoy your company, Evie. You’re such a fascinating person.”

The unnerving calmness in her demeanor only fueled my anxiety. “Stop playing games, Stella! What do you want from me?”

Her laughter echoed in the room, a hollow sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, Evie, you’re in for quite a ride. But I assure you, you’ll understand soon enough.”

I struggled to push past the fog clouding my thoughts, trying to piece together the events that led me here. But the haze persisted, obscuring my memories like a veil.

“Where am I?” I demanded, my voice betraying a hint of desperation.

1/5

Joyread

Your dream seo of

Emergency calls only

Chapter 225

097%

11:25

+5

in a safe place,

at her. “Are you serious? What the hell is wrong

eyebrow. “I’d watch your tone if I were you. I may be accommodating, but I’m

mood.”

sinking feeling in my stomach intensified. “Why am I here? What’s your

revealing a glint of something unsettling behind her facade. “Oh, my dear, this isn’t a game. This is the consequences of your actions coming back to bite you in

This is disgusting, even for you,

of me, Evie, You never had an ounce of respect

the depth of my entanglement in whatever sinister plot Stella had woven. Memories surged forward–Stella’s unexpected

past,” I pleaded, my voice

gaze remained steely, unfaltering. “Apologies have run their course, Evie. There’s no turning back now. I have plans

down my spine. “Plans? What do you mean?” I pressed, desperation clawing at

from you. Everything you stole from me and everyone else that’s come in your destructive path,

up my face. I couldn’t even believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious? God, just let me go and we can forget about this, okay?”

repeated, and she let the word hang in the air between us. Her eyes grew distant, as

2/5

A Jovread

+5

Chapter 225

would make things so much easier for

“Stella, please…”

twisted smile. “It would be rude to

sit up, my muscles protesting against the lingering effects of whatever drug had rendered me powerless. “What do you mean

grasp her cryptic words, a sudden coldness grazed the back of my head, sending a shiver down my

glint in her eyes. “I’m not the only one you’ve

choked out, my

up and smoothed down her dress, her tone casual as she walked toward me. “Don’t worry about the, um, reinforcements. They’re just a precaution for

trembled. “I–Is that a gun? Please, let me go, Stella! I didn’t

laughter pierced the air, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine. “Hurt? Oh, Evie, I’m not hurting anymore. I’m in mourning now.“”

helplessness consumed me, each passing moment intensifying the suffocating

tears welling in my eyes. “There’s still a chance to make things

right, Evie, is me getting justice. You like to boast about “justice” a lot,

“There has to be

of things. After that day in the hospital, after what you said about someone being out to get you, I

I had admitted it in some way, but I wasn’t

3/5

dream sea of