LOGINThe Caveton Corp press conference blew up into a full-blown scandal—broadcast live.That night, headlines went wild: [Snow Mountain Scandal], [Caveton Exec Tried to Kill Fiancée]—pure chaos.Angry netizens tore into Melvin, Sally, and their crew, digging up every detail. Their careers? Toast. Reputations? Burned.Caveton panicked, dropped a statement fast. Everyone involved—fired. They apologized to me publicly, covered my hospital bills, and threw in compensation for the mental trauma.Then came the court verdict.Melvin got fifteen years for attempted murder and assault.Wayne scored five for playing backup.Sally and the rest? Charged for covering it all up and giving false testimony.By then, I was recovering at a top recovery center in Zweizerland.After a string of tough surgeries, doctors saved both my feet. I lost two toes, but they promised with steady physical therapy, I'd walk fine—and maybe even climb again.Hugh never left. He kept up with my progress, cracked jo
Flashes went off like fireworks. Reporters, like sharks smelling blood, zeroed in on Melvin and Sally's ghost-white faces."This... This is fake! It's been doctored!" Melvin's voice cracked, weak against the rising wave of murmurs."Fake?" Hugh's cold laugh cut through the noise as the screen shifted.Now it was video—footage from the chopper's aerial cam. Stabilized, zoomed in. Clear as day: Melvin twisting my ankle into a rock crevice while Sally and the others stood by, faces hard and cold.The frame froze on Wayne looping a rope around my neck.The crowd gasped.The audio made them look heartless. The video? Straight-up criminal."Mr. Dunn, Ms. Blom, and the rest of you team spirit legends," Hugh said, voice calm but cutting, "wanna explain this epic 'RESCUE' move with the rope?"Wayne cracked first. Hit his knees hard, finger locked on Melvin."It wasn't me! It was him! Melvin made us! He said if we ditched Peyton, we'd be safe! He told us to help shove her into the creva
I faced the sea of cameras and started."The story begins with a sleeping bag rated for forty below. My brother gave it to me when I got engaged. It was supposed to keep me alive. But that night, my fiancé, Melvin Dunn, handed it to Sally Blom—the one pretending to be fragile."My eyes flicked to Sally's pale face."He told me I was strong enough to last. But even the strongest body is still flesh and blood. When my feet went numb, when the cold twisted my mind, I begged for help. He called me 'dramatic,' told me to 'think about the team.'"Gasps rippled through the room, curiosity twisting into shock.Melvin snapped, jumping to his feet."Peyton! What the hell are you talking about? Your brain still fried or what? You saw Sally was cold and handed her the bag yourself! Everyone here can back me up!"He cut Wayne and the others a look. They nodded fast."Yeah, Peyton even said she was some seasoned mountaineer. Said she'd be fine."A cool voice cut through the room."Guess we
I eyed him, curiosity biting. "What kind of gold?"He just smiled, sly. "You'll see. The prey walked right into the cage—now we slam it shut."***Two weeks later, I was stable. My foot needed months of healing, but I could wheel myself around.Meanwhile, Melvin and Sally were basking in their fake glory.Caveton Corp threw together a big press conference and awards show to hype up its whole "team spirit" vibe.Theme? 'Pushing Limits, Celebrating Team Strength.'Melvin and Sally were the stars of the show, ready to spin their "heroic" survival story about how they "never gave up on anyone" and "saved the day."The day before the event, Melvin called.His voice oozed fake charm. "Peyton, you HAVE to come tomorrow. I already told my boss—I'm proposing onstage. After everything, I want the world to see how strong our love is."I clenched the phone, choking down a wave of nausea."Okay... I'll be there."After I hung up, Hugh was beside me, casually peeling an apple.Eyes stil
When I came to, I was in a private hospital room. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant.Sunlight poured through the window, warm and golden—worlds away from that blinding white hell I'd crawled out of.My foot was wrapped in heavy gauze. Still numb, but the stabbing cold was gone.The door opened. Hugh walked in with a bowl of steaming cream soup."You're awake. How're you feeling?"He set the bowl on the nightstand, then sat down, tugging the blanket snug around me."Hugh..." My voice rasped. "Where's Melvin?"At his name, Hugh's eyes shadowed. He kept his tone calm. "General ward, other building. Don't worry. They're not going anywhere."He lifted a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and held it to my lips."The doctor says the frostbite's bad. You might... lose some toes. But don't panic—I've already lined up the best surgeons out there. We'll fight for every inch."I sipped quietly, tears sliding down—not for my foot, but for the fear, the helplessness, the betrayal."Hugh
The searchlight hit hard—no shadows, no escape.Melvin and Wayne's twisted expressions hadn't even faded before terror wiped them clean.Wayne yanked the rope off my neck like it burned. "I-It's the rescue team!"The chopper hovered over a flat patch of snow. Doors flew open, and figures in orange gear dropped down fast—like special ops straight out of a movie.Leading them was a tall, broad-shouldered guy. He yanked off his goggles, jaw tight.My brother. Hugh Powell.His gaze swept the scene, landed on my pale face and trashed ankle. His pupils snapped tight.The warmth I used to know? Gone. What was left was the calm before a detonation."Hugh..." My voice cracked, tears spilling.Melvin jumped first, fake panic turned up to eleven. "Peyton! Thank God! We're saved!"Sally played her part, grabbing a rescuer's arm, waterworks on command. "We were so scared! Peyton slipped—we were helping when you showed up!"Together, they nailed the loyal, heroic teammate act like total p
Melvin wiped snow off his mouth and stood, brushing himself off with that sick grin."Just a little 'hot compress.' Don't worry—you won't be cold much longer.""I never did anything to you... why are you doing this to me?""No reason? You—"Before he could finish, Sally and the others showed up.
That warning was for me—and I knew he meant it.His crew? Totally loyal. Even if he took me out, they'd help cover it up.I didn't fight it. Just prayed Hugh's team would get here in time.Wayne boxed me in, forcing me to limp forward, my ankle swollen like a fist.We trudged through the blizzar
The others piled on."Yeah, sure. Captain Powell's your brother? Please. No way a guy like that's got a spoiled little sister."Then Melvin slapped me—loud and sharp. The crack echoed through the tent."You're a disgrace," he snapped. "Lying like that—don't you feel pathetic? Say one more word, a
Melvin stepped in close, towering over me, face twisted with disgust."Why is everyone else fine, but YOU'RE the one with frostbite? You just HAD to show off—dressing like that, pushing ahead. Now something goes wrong and you're blaming us?"I wanted to argue—I was wearing top-tier gear—but the co







