COLD WAR ON ICE
Hana Reese · Ongoing · 57.6k Words
Introduction
We walked into the dark parking lot, the scent of burning wood filling the air. "Ready to sell our souls?" Reid murmured, his massive hand suddenly wrapping around mine. An unexpected jolt of electricity shot up my arm. His skin was rough, calloused from years of gripping a hockey stick, but his heat melted right through my cold fingers. We stepped into the firelight, surrounded by a hundred whispering athletes and flashing cameras. I leaned my head against his broad shoulder, playing the perfect, obsessed girlfriend. "She's worth the trouble," he told the crowd, his voice dark and unreadable.
But when the cameras were gone, the lines began to blur. In the empty locker room, he pinned me against the cold metal lockers, his chest heaving. "You're squeezing too hard," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "You're the one shaking, Ice Queen," he growled back, his face inches from mine. We were supposed to hate each other. We were supposed to be a PR stunt to save our funding. But as his gaze dropped to my lips, the fiery tension between us felt dangerously real. Would the world find out we were a fraud, or would this fake contract destroy us both?
Chapter 1
Iris's POV
I sat on the worn-out bench in the locker room, letting out small puffs of breath as I followed my ritual of putting on my gear, only to discover my Edea Pianos were missing. After realizing the locker room was locked, I confronted Reid Carter, who, despite my frustration, pretended not to know where they were, leading me to find my skates hanging high in the outdoor equipment shed after a challenging climb.
As I tightened my laces, my hands shook with anger at Reid Carter, who underestimated my dedication and thought my Olympic trials were insignificant next to his NHL aspirations; soon, he would realize that figure skaters possess an unmatched level of discipline and resilience.
The following Tuesday, I resolved that Reid could use a setback, so I bided my time until the locker room emptied, aware that he left his gear in locker 42, and while avoiding his jersey and stick, I took a small honing stone to alter the blades of his skates carefully, making them flat enough that he wouldn't be able to maintain his grip on the ice.
I took my seat in the third row of the stands, feigning interest in my music cues, when the team finally stepped onto the ice, with Reid, sporting a determined expression, taking a hard turn to pivot only this time, the steel didn't grip as usual, and he ended up crashing spectacularly into the boards, sliding twenty feet and drawing the attention of the NHL scouts above.
"Carter!" his coach exclaimed, "What was that? You're skating like a newborn giraffe!" Reid quickly got up, his face flushed with anger, but after attempting to push off again, his right skate slipped out, prompting him to glance at the stands. I couldn't help but smile slyly as he spent the remainder of the hour on the bench.
The score was tied one to one.
On Friday night, the Founders' Gala transformed the Northfield Ballroom into a lavish space filled with gold accents and the overpowering scent of shrimp cocktail, showcasing "top-tier" talent to potential donors.
Dressed in a long emerald silk gown that felt like protective armor, I was chatting with the Dean of Athletics when Reid entered, donning a perfectly fitted black tuxedo that softened his brutish appearance and revealed the man he was meant to be, until our eyes met and that familiar mocking glimmer returned.
An hour in, as I reached for my clutch, the bottom suddenly gave way, spilling my belongings, my lipstick rolling under a table, tampons scattering toward a group of elderly donors, and my "lucky" childhood rabbit landing at the Dean's feet just as Reid appeared with champagne in hand.
"Did you drop your toys, Harper? I didn't know the Olympic committee accepted toddlers." I knelt to collect my belongings, trembling, realizing this was more than a prank; it was a moment of public humiliation in front of those who supported me. As I rose, I moved closer to confront him.
"You may think you're smart, Reid, but you're just a mediocre athlete who bullies others to mask your own fear of failure."
"'Mediocre?' Reid said, his voice lowering. 'I'm the conference's top scorer, while you're just a girl performing for judges who don't appreciate you, one misstep away from obscurity.'"
"At least I have a soul," I retorted while poking his rigid white shirt
"But you're merely a machine that will be replaced the moment your knees fail, and we both know you're infatuated with me. Iris, admit it, you've been after me since high school."
"I've been trying to distance myself from you since high school; your presence feels overwhelming." The room fell silent as a circle of donors surrounded us while the Dean approached, but I couldn't hold back the emotions that had accumulated over ten years of shared experiences and quiet grievances.
"I shouted, 'You're a foolish, conceited caveman!'"
Reid retorted, "You're nothing more than a cold, robotic elitist snob!" as he waved his arms and accidentally brushed against the towering five-foot ice sculpture of a phoenix, causing it to teeter; he tried to steady it, but his shoe dress, previously sabotaged by me with a touch of floor wax, betrayed him.
He stumbled heavily, clutching my arm as we fell together in a tangle of emerald silk and black wool, colliding with the buffet table and sending ice and shrimp cascading over us.
I rose breathless, hair tangled with a piece of garnish, my dress in tatters, while Reid lay beside me with a torn jacket. The only sound piercing the silence was the collective click of fifty smartphones.
"You destroyed it all," I murmured, and as Reid glanced at the crowd and then at me, I noticed, for the first time, that his usual arrogance was replaced by the same empty fear gnawing at my heart.
"Yeah," he murmured, "I think we finally did," as a student reporter behind the crowd captured the moment live with the caption:
ICE WAR: Northfield's Stars Finally Implode.
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Then someone comes for the people I love.
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Whether he can protect the son he never knew existed.
Whether he can uncover the truth before the people closest to him destroy everything he has finally learned to value.
Along the way, we'll lose people we thought would always stand beside us, I'll be forced to confront wounds I've spent six years trying to bury, and the family we're slowly building will be tested in ways neither of us could have imagined.
Because sometimes love isn't the hardest thing to find. Sometimes it's the hardest thing to survive.
Pete once believed power meant never needing anyone and I once believed surviving him meant leaving him behind.
We were both wrong.
Because some bonds refuse to die, some betrayals cut deeper than rejection and some people don't come back into your life to give you a second chance.
They come back to show you exactly what you almost lost.
Pete Leadsilver lost me once.
This time, he'll have to fight to keep the family he never knew he needed.
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"How long do we think it'll take before she comes crawling back?" Another voice joins the conversation.
"Three days," Victoria declares. "Five at most. She has no money, no skills, no family. Where's she going to go?"
When Aria Chen divorced billionaire Leon Hart, New York's elite sneered, betting she'd crawl back within days. She never did.
Three years later, the world is rocked when Dr. Aria Vale, CEO of a revolutionary cybersecurity empire, steps into the spotlight. The mysterious genius who built a billion-dollar company from nothing is none other than Leon's discarded wife, the woman everyone thought was just a pretty ornament.
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Then Leon discovers the truth: Aria's sacrifices, her secret double life, and the daughter she's been raising without him. For the first time, the man who once took her for granted must fight for her love. But can he compete with men who valued her from the beginning?
A story of love, betrayal, and power where the king must kneel before the queen who never needed saving.
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As anonymous invitations summon twelve students into the legendary Legacy Game, alliances fracture, secrets surface, and every challenge brings another deadly truth to light. But the greatest secret isn't who will win.
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As their undercover mission spirals into a web of lies and hidden desires, they face a growing threat from all sides. But the greatest risk is the one they can't control-their own feelings. With every touch, every stolen kiss, the line between their fake relationship and real emotions blurs.
In a world of betrayal, trust is a luxury, and falling for each other may be the deadliest mistake of all. Can they survive the deadly mafia games or will their passion be their demise?
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Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
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When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
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MOONLIT CHASE
But no, I had to walk through the park at midnight like an idiot. Now I've seen something I can't unsee—a massive black wolf tearing apart three men, then shifting into the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on.
Kieran Vaughn. Wealthy lawyer, werewolf, and apparently, he thinks I'm his mate.
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When hunters start targeting me to get to him, Kieran drags me into his pristine penthouse for "protection." Now I'm living with a man who looks at me like I'm his last meal, whose touch sets my skin on fire, and who's barely holding onto his control.
He says everyone he loves dies. I say that's not my problem except it is because I'm falling for this broken, dangerous man and his beast.
And in his world? Love will get you killed.
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Mara doesn't understand why the boy who's supposed to make her life harder keeps quietly making it easier—not until she realizes the anonymous stranger she's been writing to every week already has a name.
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He doesn't know he's writing to her, either.
By the time they find out, it's too late to stop what's already happening. Far too dangerous for anyone to find out.
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He doesn't answer.
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He told her not to fall in love with one piece.
She fell anyway.
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He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
