Heartbreak On Ice

Reyna has one mission... And it is definitely not falling for the guy who ruined her best friend's life. Reyna Davidson is twenty and torn when her best friend, Varna Soni's heart gets broken by Grentwood's hockey-star-playboy, Evander Gabriel. His betrayal sparks a chain effect, driving Varna into drugs, and eventually, psychiatric hospitalization. Reyna, overtaken by grief and anger, sets her vengeful eyes on Evander. She transfers to Grentwood College, armed with one mission: Get close, make him fall, then crush his heart until it bleeds and he feels the pain Varna felt. But things take a dark turn when she starts to see cracks beneath Evander's perfect playboy mask. And she becomes the target of a psychopathic girl who is obsessed with him. With growing feelings, a mentally ill best friend, and the psychopath, Reyna is about to discover that there is more to her mission... than revenge.

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Chapter 3

REYNA

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SLAP!

I regain my senses, and my hand flies before I can stop it.

The sharp slap echoes in the hallway, ringing louder than the blood rushing to my cheeks.

Evander freezes, his head snapping to the side, a red mark blooming across his perfect cheekbone.

I feel my heart hammering, my breath panting.

He holds his cheek.

My own hand stings. But my chest stings worse. Because damn it-I kissed him back.

For half a second, I had wanted it.

That second was betrayal enough.

And that made me hate him-and myself-even more.

"You... You think this is a game?" My voice cracks.

Evander straightens slowly. His hand falls down to his side, his eyes glinting like winter glass. For once, the smug smile is gone.

He exhales. "That wasn't-" His jaw tightens. "That wasn't about you."

I scoff. "Excuse me?"

"She was watching." He jerks his chin toward the corner where the girl with the sing-song voice and revealing clothes had stormed off angrily in the middle of our kiss.

"She's been following me around like a ghost all week. I wanted her to back off."

"You used me."

He flinches, like I burned him, then steadies. "I didn't think it would hurt you... not like that."

A rumble stirs in my chest. "You don't know me."

He gulps, glancing down, then up at me again.

In a quiet voice, he says, "I'm sorry, Reyna."

He apologizes, yet the air between us is tight, tense, like a hell that has frozen over all of a sudden. I know I should walk away.

But instead, I blurt, "What have you heard about me?"

Evander's gaze sharpens. His fingers drum against his thighs once, then go still. Like he's studying me, like he's reading moves on a chessboard.

He finally speaks, in a serious tone. "That the new girl with the ginger hair and blonde streak doesn't blend in. People notice you whether you try or not, Reyna. Your features stand out."

His eyes are locked on mine. There's no tilted head, no smirk, no lowered voice.

He's not flirting. He's been honest. And for some reason, it feels... unsettling.

"And during the kiss," I press, "when you said I'm a good liar but not better than you?"

He shrugs, a ghost of a smirk curling his lip. "I meant the kiss. You pretended not to want it. I called your bluff."

I feel heat crawl up my neck. My fists clench as relief and humiliation settle inside me.

He doesn't know my real motive. Phew!

I turn to leave, when out of the blue, he catches a few strands of my hair between his fingers.

My eyes bulge. My feet freeze in place.

His voice dips low.

"Reyna," he says, "I'm sorry."

I clamp my teeth on my lower lip. The way he says my name... it shouldn't matter.

But it rattles me more than the kiss.

I yank my hair free and bolt.

~~~

The next morning, golden sunlight stabs my eyes, instantly jolting me awake.

I reach for my phone. The screen mocks me: 8:32 AM

Cac!

That's "shit" in Irish Gaelic and exactly what I'm in right now.

I tumble out of bed, my hair a wild mess of ginger and blonde, legs tangling in my blanket, and somehow remembering my Irish roots at this dire time.

My stomach churns with panic.

I dive for the bathroom. Turn on the faucet. Nothing.

A dhiabhail! There's no water.

I slam the tap shut, my chest heaving, my heart threatening to spill forth. "You've got to be kidding me."

Quickly, I yank on jeans and a crumpled shirt, drench myself in perfume, and shove random notebooks into my tote bag.

My phone buzzes.

Professor Willard's group chat: "Paper due 9 AM."

The air leaves my lungs. The room tilts. I bite my lips to stop another curse from escaping.

I never finished the paper.

My heartbeat drums like thunder in my ears. This isn't just undone assignment.

This is Professor Willard's. The human equivalent of an angry pot of boiling oil.

Basically academic suicide for a second-year transfer student.

If I mess this up, I risk probation.

Images flash through my head: Varna. Her strapped wrist. Her screams. The way she smelled of disinfectant and drugs.

I have to stay to make that bastard pay. I can't lose this chance. I can't fail her.

Swiftly, I get on my knees and dig through old folders, my hands shaking as I scatter my sketches and notes across the floor.

My fingers brush a stapled pile. An old paper. The same topic as the assignment. But not mine.

I freeze as guilt tears at my chest. What I'm thinking of doing is wrong. Plagiarism is wrong.

But Varna's screams flood my head, and I give in.

Survival doesn't wait for morals.

I rip the front page with the original name and shove the rest into my bag.

My eyes fall on the tattoo inked on the inside of my left wrist.

A small tat in cursive. Survive.

"Yes," I whisper. "Survive."

I sprint out the door.

And on impulse, I pound on Evander's. "Hey, do you have running water-"

The door swings open.

A girl leans against the frame, holding a handbag in one hand and a pair of heels in the other.

Her hair is a tangled mess, lips swollen, lipstick smudged, and she's wearing nothing but Evander's hoodie.

My stomach drops. My chest feels tight. Why does my chest feel tight?

Behind her, Evander appears. Bare-chested, jeans unzipped, and belt unbuckled and hanging loose.

Oblivious to my presence, he holds up a big, white, lacy bra, smirking. "You forgot this."

The girl and I look at the bra, then down at her small boobs.

Her voice is flat. "That's not mine."

A beat passes.

Evander freezes.

The bra dangles in his hand, absurdly oversized.

He scratches the back of his neck. "Oh, uh... laundry?"

Then he spots me. And freezes again.

He hurriedly shoves the bra behind his back.

The girl struts out.

Disgust twists on my face before I can hide it. After ruining my best friend's life, here he is, half naked with a woman, like she doesn't exist.

He notices my expression. And of course, he grins.

"Good morning to you too, my sweet neighbor."

I mutter under my breath. "Amadán!"

That's Gaelic for "idiot."

"What was that?" His grin widens as he steps closer.

Then he sniffs. Actually sniffs me.

My jaw drops. Rude!

"Wait. Did you shower?" He says.

"I... what... no!" My hands fly up defensively. "The water isn't running, and I'm late, so-"

His laughter cuts me off, deep and obnoxiously rude. "So you went with hide-and-scent."

I feel my cheeks burn. I want to strangle him.

"At least I'm not sleeping with a different girl every night," I snap.

His grin sharpens. "Jealous much?"

"Ha! You wish. The day I'm jealous of your bench rotation is the day pigs ice-skate."

With that, I turn around, holding back the exasperated groan bubbling in my chest, and storm down the hall.

"Use more perfume next time!" he calls after me, guffawing in laughter.

Amadán!

~~~

One Week Later.

Every eye in the room zeroes in on me, and I regret ever being born on Earth.

Mars sounds way better than this conference room filled with disciplinary officials who want to bite my head off and, worse, revoke my admission.

The paper I turned in for Professor Willard's assignment sits on the long table, damning me.

Words like "plagiarism" and "academic dishonesty" fall out of their lips and slice through the air.

I want to disappear. Turn into an ant, crawl into a hole, and hide.

My palms are moist with sweat. My ears ring like highschool bells.

If they revoke my admission, it's over. My revenge. My promise to Varna. All of it.

Survive, I remind myself, as my fingers tremble against my inner wrist.

The door creaks open, and my eyes snap to it.

Evander strides in confidently. Composed. Ice-blue eyes scanning the room like he's the puppet master.

What is he doing here?

He shakes the dean's hand, that golden-boy, pearly-white smile dazzling.

The officials shower him with praises. Words ripple around me. Words like Grentwood's pride. Captain of the Icewolves. Exceptional character.

I almost scoff out loud. Exceptional character, my left foot.

But then the next group of words is absolute betrayal.

They say I should be grateful to Evander. It was his idea.

Instead of expulsion, I'll work on a probationary project.

Of course. The golden boy saves the troubled girl. Story of his life.

Professor Willard's stern, deep voice booms through the room, as he strokes his long, white beards.

"Reyna Mae Davidson, in order to keep your admission, you must conduct a field research project on group behavior and team dynamics. Case study assigned to... the hockey team."

Assigned to him?!

"But Sir-"

Professor Willard raises a hand, immediately shutting me down. "No buts."

My stomach twists into a pit of fire.

Evander's done this. He's trapped me.

My gaze finds his. His is calm, calculated and... smug.

Mine is livid, burning, and murderous.

My teeth clench so hard my jaw aches.

A slow smirk curves his lips.

The boardroom dissolves into buzzing voices. But all I see are his eyes and the cold war that has just begun.

Fine, Evander Gabriel. You want a game? Then I'll play.

On my own terms.

Continue to next part

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Adventure Mafia Romance

8.8

From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

8.8

I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut. To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family. By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion. I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal. Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call. As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.

Adventure Billionaire Modern

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

7.3

Married To The Thorn In My Flesh

7.3

Alexander Thorne is vice-danger wrapped in billions, immorality, and a smile that feels like sin. And unfortunately for Sophia Rose, he's the man she's been arranged to marry. Sophia may be young, spoiled, and rich, but she's done having her life dictated for her. With her father's crumbling empire and society waiting to feast on their downfall, she has only one escape left: RUN. But no one warned her that Alexander would become her weakness. She shouldn't want a man like him. She definitely shouldn't marry him. However, Alexander is so deliciously irresistible. He makes it his mission to claw his way into her heart, her thoughts, her fears. Every private moment with him leaves her breathless, wanting more, and tangled deeper in his hands. By the time Sophia realizes that he's the thorn that will ruin her life, she's far too trapped to run. ~ Content Warning: This book contains mature and sensitive themes, including sexual sins, exploitation, and manipulation, addiction, trauma, violence, and emotional struggles. These topics are portrayed with honesty and care. Characters wrestle with serious issues on their journey to healing and light. Intimate scenes are sensual but not explicit. Please, read with discernment.

Adventure Billionaire Romance

7.2

Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

7.2

I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.

Adventure LGBT+LitRPG Sci-Fi Werewolf

7.9

My Montana Escape: A New Beginning

7.9

The cool metal of the gurney is the last thing I'll remember. One more session, the doctor said, and the past ten years of my life will be wiped clean. It all comes back to that night. I walked in to find my fiancé, Alex, kissing my half-sister, Kalie-the girl I raised since she was fifteen. When I confronted them, Kalie shoved me. I hit my head on a steel model, bleeding on the floor of the studio we designed together. But Alex didn't rush to me. He rushed to comfort her. She lied, painting me as the attacker. My best friend, my entire world, turned against me. Alex, my Alex, had me committed, signing the papers that subjected me to brutal, punitive electroshock treatments. He wasn't just erasing my memory; he was erasing me, punishing me for a crime I didn't commit, all to protect her. Now, waking from the final, consensual treatment, I find a note I left for myself. It's a plan. Sell the firm. Sell the house. Disappear to Montana. And this time, I won't just be erasing the memories. I'll be erasing them.

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