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00:00The locker room hummed with the post-practice vibration of heavy breathing and the rhythmic
00:04thud of gear hitting benches. I sat on the training table. The ice pack taped to my knee
00:09a stinging reminder of the hit I'd taken during morning drills. My phone buzzed against the
00:14marble surface. Jackson Jacksthorne, the face of Northwood University's hockey dynasty,
00:19and the projected first-round NHL draft pick had just updated his Instagram story.
00:24We were in the middle of a 48-hour freeze, out of silence so cold it felt like the rinks
00:29we
00:29lived in. The post was a shot of the empty arena, the ice gleaming under the rafters.
00:34The text was a jagged blade, 100 likes, and we're done. My heart performed a slow,
00:39sickening roll in my chest. Within an hour, 99 likes filled the screen. I knew he was waiting,
00:44his thumb probably hovering over the glass in some dimly lit locker room.
00:48Nine times now, Jackson had dangled that same jagged threat, expecting me to crawl back to
00:53the team house with apologies and promises to be better. He thought this ninth time would be
00:58exactly like the eight before. I stared at the screen until the blue light burned my retinas.
01:03Then I double-tapped. 100. I didn't text. I didn't call to scream about the disrespect.
01:08I simply blocked his number, shoved my phone into my pocket, and went back to packing my life into
01:14cardboard boxes. Ten days later, Jackson's teammate and enforcer, Brooks Hayes, slid into my DMs.
01:20Jax is waiting for you to fold, Sloan. Tomorrow's his birthday and the team's big preseason gala.
01:25Show up with a gift and this all blows over.
01:28I typed back two words. I am booked. It wasn't a lie. My flight to Stanford took off at 7am.
01:34Jackson Thorne finally got his wish. But my hundredth like wasn't a surrender. It was a
01:39declaration of war. Let him wait for a call that would never come. For the first time in 10 years,
01:44I was the one holding the cards, and the ice was finally beneath my feet.
01:48The reason our relationship had iced over. Jackson had permitted Kinsley Vance,
01:52the charity project. The Thorne family had bankrolled since her mother's illness to
01:56sabotage my early decision application. When I discovered the betrayal, I didn't just get angry,
02:01I detonated. Jackson, however, couldn't fathom the offense. He stood there, smelling of cold
02:06rink air and expensive cologne, and dismissed my fury as hysterics.
02:10It is just a prank, Sloan. Jackson had said, his voice as smooth and hard as fresh ice.
02:16It is not like she can't reverse it. Kinsley was having a bad day after her scholarship review.
02:21I was merely trying to cheer her up. Now that she is not angry anymore,
02:25you can simply switch it back. He added, looking at me as if I were the one being difficult.
02:30Problem solved. My voice trembled, not with sadness, but with a raw, jagged rage at his casual cruelty.
02:37So her foul mood grants her license to sabotage my future, I demanded. Do you realize this
02:43constitutes deliberate sabotage? I could take her to court. Jackson's eyes darkened,
02:48that dangerous on ice captain persona bleeding through. I told her to do it,
02:52so direct your outrage at me. Go ahead, file your goddamn lawsuit. He stepped closer,
02:57his physical presence designed to intimidate. It is not some catastrophic disaster. You caught it,
03:03you'll fix it. Stop manufacturing drama, Sloan. Keep pushing this, and I'll have to seriously
03:08reconsider our relationship. Jackson knew I couldn't leave. He always wielded our history
03:13as a weapon during arguments, knowing I had nowhere else to go. We'd been unshakable before
03:18Kinsley insinuated herself into our lives. Ever since her arrival, she'd become the perpetual wedge.
03:23The victim, Jackson, felt the need to protect from my privilege. This marked our ninth explosive
03:28confrontation over her. In the previous eight, he'd deployed the breakup threat like a tactical hit
03:33on the boards. Each time, I'd collapsed, crawling back with my tail between my legs. Jackson believed
03:39this instance would be no different. But as he berated me without glancing up from his phone,
03:44typing some flirtatious reply to Kinsley, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips, I simply
03:49went numb. I felt nothing. No impulse to grovel, just a cold, dead weight settling in my chest.
03:56When I didn't crack, didn't perform my scripted role of the weeping girlfriend, Jackson scoffed.
04:01He shoved his phone in his pocket and stalked out, probably headed back to the rink. I sat alone in
04:07the
04:07quiet of the Thorn Mansion, staring at my laptop until my vision blurred. Then, my phone lit up
04:12with a series of leaked voice messages from the team's private group chat. I hit play.
04:17Kinsley's saccharine voice curled through the speaker.
04:20Is Sloan upset about my little joke? Should I call her over so I can apologize in person?
04:24Jackson's voice sounded irritated.
04:27Forget it. Let her sulk. I am not her father. I don't have to coddle her.
04:31Oh, Jax. Don't be like that. Kinsley cooed. Girls need to be sweet-talked. You'll only drive her
04:37further away. I don't have time for that nonsense. Jackson snapped. She thinks she is so exceptionally
04:43precious. If my grandfather hadn't forced the arrangement, I would have never agreed to
04:48babysit Sloan. She is clingy. She is a crybaby. I've been exhausted by it for years. True?
04:55Sloan's like a walking fountain of tears. Right. All theatrics. No spine.
05:00Jackson added. Wave the breakup threat, and she comes running with apologies and waterworks.
05:05I am sick of it. Maybe if she actually develops some backbone and ignores me for once,
05:10I can finally be free. Brooks Hayes chimed in with a laugh.
05:14Free from Sloan. Not a chance. The girls like industrial strength adhesive. I'll wager anything
05:19she'll be weeping on your doorstep by tomorrow begging forgiveness. You are on. Loser buys dinner.
05:24Jackson replied. That night, for the first time in a decade, I didn't bombard his phone
05:29demanding explanations when he didn't come home. After my parents died, Silas Thorne, Jackson's
05:34grandfather, took me in. I grew up under his roof, alongside the boy who would become the prince of
05:39the ice. Jackson had been my protector once. He defended me when schoolmates turned cruel.
05:44We'd been inseparable since I was 8-10 years of shared secrets and shared dreams. Jackson had
05:49memorized my cycles, brought me heating pads and hot chocolate when cramps seized me, and purchased
05:54tampons without a flinch. We were that couple joined at the hip. Everyone referred to me as the
05:59Thorne family's promised girl. Jackson never corrected them. He'd become my oxygen. I thought
06:04I couldn't breathe without him. Then Kinsley happened. She appeared sophomore year, begging for
06:10her mother's million-dollar surgery. The Thorne's possessed wealth to spare, so Silas, soft-hearted as
06:15ever, wrote the check. Then he enrolled her in our elite academy and installed them in a luxury townhouse
06:21rent-free. We felt for her at first. We tutored her. We visited the hospital. It was fine until I
06:28overheard a conversation between Kinsley and her mother while standing outside their hospital room
06:33with a thermos of soup. Any progress with Jackson? Her mother asked. Definitely. Kinsley replied. He is
06:41interested, but Sloan's attached to him like a leech. Can't shake her loose yet. Work harder. Her
06:47mother urged. The Thorns are hockey royalty. Bag that boy and we're set for life mansions. Cars never
06:53scraping by again. Don't worry, mom. I'll land him. My breath caught. I stumbled back, my heel catching on
07:00the linoleum. The sound was loud enough that they both looked up. The fear on their faces should have
07:07been satisfying. It wasn't. I felt sick to my stomach, torn between rage and disbelief.
07:13I had to tell Jackson. I had to expose them for the grifters they were. But before I could even
07:20find
07:20him, Kinsley made her move. Kinsley cornered me at the park near the estate, eyes bloodshot,
07:26voice fragile. She claimed it was her dying mother's desperate idea and swore she'd only played
07:32along. She dropped to her knees, begging me not to tell Jackson. Foolishly, I believed her. I reached
07:38down to help her up. The mask slipped instantly. Kinsley yanked me forward with malicious strength,
07:44and we both crashed into the freezing lake. I fought to the surface and scrambled onto the muddy
07:48bank, screaming for help. Kinsley couldn't swim. Security fished her out. She spent days in the ICU.
07:55When she woke, she pointed her finger at me, claiming I'd pushed her out of jealous obsession.
07:59I told Jackson the truth. He just looked at me with disappointment.
08:03Sloan, just tell me what really happened. No lies.
08:06I am not lying. She dragged me in.
08:10Sloan.
08:11He sighed.
08:12Kinsley can't swim. You can.
08:14That was his entire logic. I spilled everything I'd overheard at the hospital.
08:18Jackson sighed again.
08:20I get that you are into me, but you can't ruin another girl's reputation because you are jealous.
08:24I don't like this side of you.
08:25He delivered the knockout punch. Kinsley had already come to him crying about my supposed
08:30bullying. Her mother had asked Silas if they could move out, implying I was the problem.
08:35Their voluntary move became proof of their innocence. My accusation became proof of my
08:40jealousy. Suddenly, everything was my fault. Kinsley's food poisoning. I must have spiked her
08:46milk. Then she stole the last photo of my parents, my only copy, and ripped it to shreds in front
08:51of me.
08:51I didn't think. I slapped her hard. Jackson walked in at that exact moment. From that day on,
08:58he started pulling the breakup card every other week, and every time, I crawled back,
09:02desperate to prove Kinsley was a liar. My groveling only made me look more unstable.
09:07Kinsley targeted my replacement interview admission ticket.
09:10Next.
09:10I got a replacement in time, but the message was clear. She could burn my life down,
09:14and Jackson would hand her the matches. This time, hearing the boredom and indifference in
09:19his voice message, betting his teammates I'd be back by morning, I finally saw the truth.
09:25Jackson was done with me. He'd been using Kinsley as an excuse to push me away.
09:29Fine. I wouldn't crawl back.
09:31And I sure as hell wasn't fixing the application. He'd let Kinsley sabotage.
09:35I didn't change my application back to Northwood. I called the Stanford recruiter and accepted their
09:40offer. That is the smartest decision you'll make, Sloan, she said. Full ride.
09:45Only after locking down my future did I sleep deeply for the first time in months.
09:49I woke without dread, without checking my phone until... I saw Kinsley's Instagram story.
09:54Taking care of my drunk prince all night. Exhausted but worth it.
09:59Jackson was shirtless, sprawled across her bed. The ache was duller now. More exhaustion than
10:04heartbreak. I went shopping for dorm supplies and returned to find them on the couch.
10:09Kinsley bounded over with her fake sweet smile.
10:11Sloan, let me help with those.
10:13I sidestepped. Kinsley crumpled to the floor. Jackson hauled her up, glaring at me.
10:18Why'd you push her?
10:19I didn't touch her.
10:21Bullshit. Mad I crashed at her place.
10:23I didn't. Check the security footage.
10:26At the word, footage, Kinsley piped up with her practiced tremor.
10:30It is not her fault. I slipped.
10:32Jackson's jaw tightened, but he didn't apologize. Instead, he examined her scraped palm with concern.
10:38He no longer offered me. I caught the smug flash in Kinsley's eyes before I headed upstairs.
10:43She'd expected hysterics, tears proof I was crazy. That girl was dead.
10:48At dinner, Kinsley served soup, carrying a steaming bowl toward me. I instinctively shifted away.
10:54She anticipated it, stepping into my path. Her scream was Oscar-worthy, as the scalding liquid
10:59splashed down her front.
11:00Sloan, I was just trying to be nice.
11:03Jackson shoved past me, pulling Kinsley toward the sink. His shoulder hit me hard, throwing
11:07me into the wall. Skin tore from my knees and back. The burns and scrapes throbbed, but
11:12they were nothing next to the ice spreading through my chest. He zeroed in on me.
11:17Apologize.
11:17I met his eyes, searching for the boy who'd once defended me. All I saw was disgust.
11:22Kinsley's being generous. You apologize, and this goes away.
11:25What if I don't?
11:27Sloan!
11:27His voice dropped to a warning.
11:29Don't test me!
11:30You want to stay together. Say sorry.
11:32He'd promised me forever once. Now he wielded our relationship like a weapon. I held his gaze.
11:38No. His face. Hardened.
11:40Fine. Have it your way.
11:41He stormed out with Kinsley clinging to him. The clinic doctor cleaned my wounds and prescribed
11:46cream. On the ride home, a friend called.
11:49Jackson just took Kinsley and the crew to the resort. Fireworks and everything. And
11:54check his latest post. 100 likes and we're done. He is at 99.
11:58I pulled up his profile, 99 likes. My thumb itched, not to beg, but to finish it. I double
12:04tapped. Let him wait for call number 100. I had a plane to catch, and a new life waiting.
12:10Eight times before, Jackson had pulled this exact stunt. Eight times I cried into my pillow
12:15and begged him to take me back. Not this time.
12:17I looked at his new post, the resort plaza, fireworks blazing. His voice echoed in my
12:23head from three weeks ago. Sloan, I am putting on a show just for you.
12:28He'd given her our moment. I stared until my vision blurred, then double tapped 100.
12:33I screenshotted it and felt a strange electric lightness. Back at the mansion, I packed boxes
12:38of 10 years worth of guilt gifts to return. At the resort, Jackson sat in the VIP lounge,
12:44waiting for my groveling call. His phone stayed silent. He checked the post 100 likes, and the
12:49final one was mine. Rage detonated in his chest. Who did I think I was challenging him?
12:54Oh no. Kinsley murmured, peering at his screen. Sloan's mad. She actually liked the breakup
13:00post? The crew went quiet. Brooks quickly unliked the post. Others followed. But the damage was done.
13:05Jackson couldn't swallow his fury. I'd slapped him in front of his entire world. Was I bluffing?
13:11He decided I needed a lesson. To drive it home. He took Kinsley to the coast. Her feet exploded
13:17with curated perfection. Strolling old town. Hiking to a cliffside chapel. Sharing funnel cake at the
13:22carnival. A tandem bungee jump. Kinsley's caption. This rush is for you alone. I didn't cry. I dropped
13:29a like and commented. Congrats. Her posts vanished within seconds. My phone rang. Brooks. Sloan
13:36Jax is back tomorrow. You picking him up? Why would I? We're done. Wait, you are serious. It is
13:42his birthday. Just apologize. Everyone wins. I don't have time for Jackson's birthday. I hung up. He was
13:49confident I'd come crawling. But the boxes were sealed, and my Stanford confirmation glittered in
13:54my inbox. Let him celebrate with Kinsley. The game had changed. The next afternoon, I wheeled my
14:00suitcase out of the Thorn Mansion and headed for the airport. Near the security gate, I ran into
14:05Brooks Hayes. You are here to pick up Jackson, right? His charter just touched down. Without waiting,
14:11he dialed. Jax, bro. Sloan's at arrivals. I told you she couldn't stay away. I brushed past him without a
14:16word. Jackson stepped off the Gulfstream, Brooks's words ringing in his ears. His foul mood evaporated,
14:22replaced by smug certainty. He turned to Kinsley. Take the other exit. Don't walk out with me.
14:28Sloan might misunderstand. Venom flickered in Kinsley's eyes, but she nodded sweetly.
14:33As she walked away, Jackson dialed Brooks. Get the roses. The expensive ones. The silence between
14:39us had been gnawing at him. I hadn't cracked. That impossibility terrified him. When I commented,
14:45congratulations, you two. On the bungee photo, he'd seen red and forced Kinsley to delete every post.
14:51He'd cut the trip short and flown back, desperate to force my hand. But Brooks's call changed
14:56everything. I was here. These past few days without me had been torture. He swore he'd never pull this
15:01stunt again. Jackson strode through the VIP gate, grabbed the roses, and scanned the hall.
15:07No Sloan. He dialed my number busy. Maybe I was finalizing his birthday surprise. Minutes stretched
15:12into half an hour. When he tried again, my phone went straight to voicemail. Jackson whirled on Brooks.
15:18Where is she? You said she was here. Brooks scratched his head. I saw her, man. She was
15:24right by the check-in counter. I turned my back and she was gone. Jackson fired off a text.
15:29I know you are here. Stop playing games. No answer. Then a trembling voice came from behind
15:34Kinsley's. Jax, I saw Sloan. Tears streamed down her face. You saw Sloan? Where is she?
15:41She is over there. Kinsley sniffed, gesturing toward international check-in. I tried to apologize
15:46for your birthday, but she lost it. She slapped me, clawed me, and called you a disgusting piece
15:51of shit. She fumbled for her phone and played a recording. My cold clipped voice filled the space.
15:57Don't talk to me about trash. Trash belongs in the dumpster. You two garbage humans should
16:01lock yourselves away and stop polluting the rest of us. Where is she? I don't know. She hit me and
16:08stormed off. The recording continued. I have standards. I don't do sloppy seconds. If Jackson's
16:14been rolling around in your filth, get married and stay away from me. Jackson's fury erupted.
16:18He hurled the roses to the ground and stormed out. What actually happened? I just checked my bag when
16:24Kinsley slithered into my path. Sloan, have you no shame? Jackson posted the breakup. Everyone's
16:29taking bets on how low you'd sink, and here you are crawling back. I am not here for him. Keep
16:34lying.
16:35Jackson and I have been inseparable. Same-y hotel room, same bed. He told me Silas forced him to
16:40pretend to love the charity case orphan. Something snapped, but I kept my voice low.
16:45You think I care what lies you tell yourself? Kinsley's face, twisted. Every time I set you up,
16:50he didn't pick me because he felt sorry for me. He picked me because he loves me more.
16:55You are just a pathetic obligation. She leaned closer. Your parents died and gave you a golden ticket.
17:01Weak jeans. If they hadn't croaked, you'd never have gotten near a man like Jackson.
17:05My palm connected with her cheeks so hard, her head snapped back. Get married and stay out of my
17:12life. I walked away, my phone buzzing with a message from my legal team. Documents served.
17:19Phase one, complete. The flight touched down at SFO. Emery Reed, a senior from my program,
17:26met me at arrivals and helped with my bags. We grabbed Pho off campus, and she gave me the
17:31unfiltered rundown of campus life. By the time she dropped me at my dorm, it was past 10.
17:35My phone vibrated. Brooks Hayes again. Again. I declined three times. On the fourth,
17:41I picked up. What? Brooks. Sloan, thank God. You need to get down here. Jackson's birthday dinner.
17:48The whole team, the owners, everyone. He is waiting for you. We broke up, Brooks. Or did you
17:53miss his social media stunt hitting 100 likes? Silence. Then Brooks stammered. But he said it was
17:59barely 30. He said you'd never actually do it. I have screenshots. Exes should stay dead.
18:04Don't call me again. Before I ended the call, I heard ragged breathing,
18:08then glass shattering violently against a wall. Someone-o had been listening. I silenced my phone
18:13and showered. When I came out, Brooks had left a video. Jackson and Kinsley dressed for a gala,
18:18surrounded by the Northwood crew. The crowd chanted,
18:21Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
18:23Brooks, text, read,
18:25Come now, or they're doing it. This is your last chance to save him.
18:28I watched Kinsley lean in, her hand on Jackson's chest. I deleted the video, powered down my phone,
18:33and climbed into bed. For the first time in 10 years, I fell asleep without waiting for Jackson
18:38Thorne. Tomorrow, I had meetings with legal counsel. The first strike in a war Jackson didn't
18:43know he'd started. Jackson's birthday bash at the Obsidian was a spectacle of athletic elite,
18:48but the king of the rink sat slumped on a leather sofa, looking volatile. He barely glanced at the
18:54mountain of presents, his eyes drifting to the entrance, waiting for a ghost. Kinsley poured into
18:58a designer dress, felt the burn of his indifference. She knew who he was waiting for. She'd been sure
19:03her edited recording Sloan calling him trash would have killed his hope. Hours passed. Jackson checked
19:09his watch obsessively. Finally, he spoke. Start the party. Sloan's never missed your birthday.
19:15Brooks reminded him. He dialed and put it on speakerphone. My cold, distant voice filled the room.
19:20We're over, Brooks. Tell him happy birthday, but exes should stay dead. No contact forever.
19:26The words landed like bullets. Every eye swung toward Jackson. Jackson exploded. He kicked over
19:31a table stacked with vintage cabernet, arranged to spell happy birthday. Millions of dollars of
19:36wine bled into the white carpet. The manager scrambled to relocate the party. Jackson drank in
19:42terrifying silence. Brooks suggested truth or dare. Jackson lost the first round. Brooks dare.
19:48Kiss someone in this room. On camera. We'll send it to Sloan so she knows what she is missing.
19:53Brooks pushed Kinsley toward Jackson. Phone recording. He showed her the message. Sending
19:57to Sloan now. The room waited for the explosion. For Sloan to crash through the doors. 30 minutes
20:02passed. Nothing. Brooks called again. Straight to voicemail. Jackson didn't kiss Kinsley. He didn't
20:08even look at her. He just reached for more whiskey. By midnight, he was blackout drunk, carried to a
20:13private suite. Kinsley didn't leave. She told the team she was staying to make sure he was okay.
20:19Alone in the suite, she pulled a small spray bottle from her clutch, a designer drug to lower
20:23inhibitions. She spritzed the mist across Jackson's face three times. Within minutes, his eyes snapped
20:30open. Glassy. He grabbed Kinsley with rough violence. She let out a practiced whimper and allowed herself to
20:36be pushed onto the bed. Her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. She didn't check it.
20:41She should have. It read, Security footage from suite 2408 has been flagged and archived.
20:46Jackson woke with his skull splitting and a gut-deep wrongness. The suite was flooded with
20:52harsh morning light. The wait next to him, a body that wasn't Sloan's, made his blood run cold.
20:57What the fuck are you doing here? Kinsley's eyes fluttered open, shifting to wounded vulnerability.
21:02Jax, last night. You were so drunk. You forced yourself on me.
21:08The accusation was meant to be checkmate, but Jackson Thorne lived by brutal discipline.
21:12His hand cracked across her face before she finished the lie. Kinsley's cheek ballooned.
21:17This wasn't the guilty. Groveling reaction she'd banked on. Jackson grabbed her hair and yanked her
21:22head back. Did you drug me? Answer me, you disgusting piece of shit.
21:26No, no. Jax, I swear.
21:29Terror cut through her act. Her hatred for Sloan burned white hot. This was Sloan's fault,
21:34for not groveling, for leaving him vulnerable. Bullshit. Jackson's voice dropped to a deadly
21:39whisper. You think I'd touch you willingly? I made a pact with Sloan. Our first time was supposed
21:44to be sacred. The thought of his first time wasted on this leech made him physically sick.
21:49He felt contaminated. For her to force this was criminal. Unforgivable. He started hitting her
21:54open-handed slaps, turning to closed fist strikes. When she scrambled off the bed,
21:58he followed, mechanical and brutal. As she curled into a ball, sobbing and bleeding,
22:03Jackson's phone buzzed with a notification from an unknown number. He didn't see it,
22:07but the message had already been routed to Sloan's legal team.
22:11Phase three had just begun. Jackson felt sick to his core. Sleeping with Kinsley felt like watching
22:16his legacy get dragged through the gutter. How dare this scheming bitch think she was worthy of him?
22:21Now the fog was lifting. He understood what Sloan had been trying to tell him. Kinsley and her
22:25mother were trash parasites feeding off the thorn name. He'd bought their sob stories,
22:29blamed Sloan's warnings on jealousy. The knife in his own back woke him up. The realization made
22:34him want to punch himself. He'd gone cold on Sloan because of this manipulative slut.
22:39Since he couldn't hit himself, he unloaded his rage onto Kinsley instead. Mercy was the last thing
22:43she got. Jackson kept going until blood smeared the white carpet. Chest heaving. He snatched his phone
22:49and dialed Brooks. That bitch Kinsley set me up. She fucking drugged me. I am losing my mind.
22:55Brooks jolted awake, immediately aligning with his captain. Sloan can't find out. Jackson interrupted,
23:01voice cracking with fear. If she knows I slept with Kinsley, she'll never forgive me. We need to
23:06bury this. Now. If a single word gets back to Sloan, you and your mother are dead. Kinsley nodded
23:15frantically. I won't say anything. She rasped, her body trembling with pain and toxic hatred for Sloan.
23:22Jackson spat on the floor and stormed out. The oak door slammed shut. He believed he could handle
23:26this, scrub the records, pay off the club, find Sloan, and explain away the mistake. But secrets
23:32this big never stayed buried. The moment Jackson stepped out of the hotel, he speed dialed his
23:37security head. I want everything Kinsley Vance has done behind my back. Every secret, every transaction.
23:44I think that bitch drugged me. Cold dread tightened his gut. He was certain now. Kinsley's scheme had
23:50nothing to do with devotion. She had an angle, and he'd skated right into her trap. He'd never marry
23:55her. He'd pay her off and ship her out. But the real terror was Sloan, finding out he had to
24:00fix
24:00this. He burst through the mansion's front door. Is Sloan still asleep? He asked the housekeeper.
24:07Miss Sullivan isn't home, sir. He froze. What do you mean? Where is she?
24:12She left for school yesterday. Took all her luggage. Said she wasn't coming back.
24:17Panics spiked into terror. That is impossible. Registration hasn't even opened.
24:23The stairs two at a time and threw open Sloan's door. The room was spotless,
24:28stripped of every personal touch. In the center sat several sealed boxes with a note in Sloan's
24:33handwriting. Jackson Thorne, every gift you ever gave me is in these boxes. I am returning them all.
24:38Consider this, my resignation from the role you assigned me. Ten years of memories,
24:43systematically erased. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Sloan Sullivan, the girl who had waited
24:48for him since they were children, had finally stopped waiting. He dialed her number, blocked.
24:53He grabbed the housekeeper's phone. This time it rang. Hello. Is everything okay? Her warmth was for
25:01someone else. It is me. The line went silent. When she spoke, her voice was ice. Jackson Thorne,
25:07we've broken up. Where I am is none of your business. Don't call again. She hung up.
25:12Who said we broke up? I never agreed to that. The delusion almost made me laugh. Are you serious?
25:18You posted that. 100 likes and we're done trash yourself. I screenshotted it. Everyone saw it.
25:23And you've been playing house with Kinsley for weeks. What more proof do you need?
25:27Sloan, there is nothing between Kinsley and me. Save your breath. We're done. Your life is none of
25:32my business and mine is none of yours. I didn't sleep with her. So, you didn't have sex with her.
25:38My voice was flat. Jackson went silent. Before last night, he could have said it with conviction.
25:44That hesitation was his full confession. I scoffed. It is pathetic. His voice cracked with panic.
25:50Where are you? Tell me where you are. We were supposed to go to school together.
25:54We were supposed to go together, but you let Kinsley sabotage my application.
25:57You decided my future for me. Sloan, please. I am begging you.
26:02Not good enough. You chose Kinsley the first time she lied about me and you've chosen her every day
26:07since. This is the bed you made. Lie in it. It is over. I hung up. He tried calling back
26:14five times.
26:15I declined each one, letting him feel powerless for once. While he was still reeling, the doorbell rang
26:20at the Thorn Mansion. Jackson yanked the door open to find Molly Vance Kinsley's mother standing on his
26:25doorstep. My daughter was raped. She stated, coldly. And since your little stunt left her
26:30bleeding on a hotel floor, we're going to have a conversation about responsibility. The kind that
26:35involves lawyers. Molly Vance was a completely different woman from the frail, sickly creature
26:39who had swayed in the breeze of thorn pity. She hauled Kinsley forward bruised, swollen.
26:44Mr. Thorne, you owe my daughter an explanation. Molly demanded, voice like cold steel. Jackson's jaw
26:51tightened. What kind of explanation? You slept with her, took advantage of her.
26:55Doesn't that deserve an explanation? Jackson's laugh was pure acid. Took advantage?
27:00She's the one who drunked me, trapped me with her cheap tricks, like I'd ever touch that
27:04disgusting trash willingly. Molly saw the raw disgust on his face. She'd hoped her daughter
27:09could sleep her way into the Thorn Dynasty. But watching Jackson look at Kinsley like something
27:14scraped off his skate. Those wedding dreams died. Time for plan B. The fact is, you forced
27:20yourself on my daughter. Molly said, voice hardening. I've got the medical report. The obsidian has
27:26surveillance footage. And Kinsley's phone recorded everything. Her fighting you, begging the Prince
27:30of Northwood to stop. You assaulted her, then you beat her. Jackson curled his lip. Get to the point.
27:36One hundred million dollars. Wire it to our account, and all of this disappears. And if I tell you to
27:41go
27:41to hell. Then we go public. PR sharks and lawyers crawling up your ass. Your shiny reputation.
27:47Your draft status. Your grandfather's legacy. Molly stood with the calm certainty of someone
27:52holding a winning ticket. You are dreaming, not a fucking penny. Prison time doesn't look good
27:57on an NHL resume. Does it? Molly knew Jackson wouldn't dare call her bluff. A rape charge would
28:03destroy the Thorn name. But this wasn't Jackson's problem alone. He had to bring in Silas. Silas was
28:09overseas when the call came. And the old man was livid. He flew home that night, certain his
28:14grandson had been snared. The Thorn security team moved fast. Silas called me himself. I told him
28:20everything. The lies, the manipulations, how they'd play Jackson like a fiddle, and how they'd targeted
28:25me first to isolate him. The old man listened and understood. While Molly and Kinsley dreamed of
28:31their payday, the Thorn team uncovered Molly's real past. Not a frail victim, but a professional
28:36escort who'd scammed rich men for years, dragging Kinsley City to city, living off scraps. Kinsley
28:42was about to drop out when the Thorn charity program threw her a lifeline. That is when
28:46Molly saw the real opportunity. They engineered the sob story, knowing the Thorns wouldn't
28:50verify a medical bill that was pocket change. When Molly saw Jackson in person, she upped
28:56the stakes if her daughter could land the heir, they'd be set for life. They set their trap
29:00and waited for me to walk into it. Jackson chose to believe them over me. The manipulation
29:05was clockwork, make me look jealous, make Kinsley look like a victim, make Jackson feel
29:09like a hero. But Thorn connections are not decorative. They found the dealer Molly bought
29:14the drugs from and had him in custody within days. They traced every payment and text, extortion,
29:20possession, assault with intent. The evidence was airtight, and justice moved without mercy.
29:25I didn't see Jackson Thorn again until 6 months into my first year at Stanford. The scandal
29:30hadn't made global headlines, but everyone in our world knew. It had aged him, he was
29:35quieter, less sure. When he finally tracked me down to apologize, I let him speak, nodded
29:40once, and made it clear we were done. 10 years of memories couldn't survive the poison
29:44Kinsley Vance introduced. I learned the hardest way possible, the only person you can trust
29:49unconditionally, is yourself. Your own hustle is your only salvation. Now I had my scholarship
29:54and zero distractions. I wasn't taking Jackson back, and I wasn't looking for anyone else.
29:59My only focus was the grind. Study, study, men will betray you, friends will betray you.
30:06But knowledge, knowledge is forever. Every fact, formula, and theory I mastered became permanent
30:11armor that no one could ever strip away.
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