Chapter Hundred And One Vincent's life took an unexpected turn when he received a secret invitation to join the college boxing team. The mysterious note, slipped into his backpack, hinted at an opportunity to represent the school in an upcoming international tournament. As he read the clandestine message, a surge of excitement mingled with a thread of apprehension. The prospect of stepping into the boxing ring on behalf of the college was both thrilling and daunting.Curiosity led Vincent to a secluded meeting spot on the outskirts of the campus, where the boxing team held their clandestine gatherings. The air hummed with anticipation as he approached, unsure of what awaited him. Shadows danced on the walls, and the echoes of distant conversations added an air of secrecy to the encounter.The team captain, a rugged figure with an aura of intensity, greeted Vincent with a nod. "Glad you could make it. We've been watching your progress in the karate classes, and we think you've got wha

Chapter Hundred And ThreeVincent's first match in the international boxing tournament was a triumph that sent waves of excitement through the crowd. The arena erupted with cheers as his hand was raised in victory. The adrenaline coursing through him was palpable as he stood in the ring, the sweet taste of success lingering in the air.The jubilant spectators, caught up in the fervor of the moment, showered Vincent with adulation. Flowers and even undergarments rained down on the stage as a boisterous celebration unfolded. Vincent, still catching his breath from the intense bout, looked around in awe at the unexpected display of appreciation.Anastasia, watching from the stands, couldn't help but smile at Vincent's success. The atmosphere in the arena was charged with a contagious energy that swept through the crowd. Amidst the sea of cheers, she observed as some particularly enthusiastic fans went beyond traditional cheers, expressing their admiration in a more unconventional manner.

Chapter Hundred And Five Anastasia took a deep breath before dialing Vincent's number, her fingers hesitating over the screen. The weight of concern for the person she once shared everything with pushed her to make the call. After a few rings, Vincent's voice, once a source of comfort, answered coldly, "What do you want?""Vincent, I'm just worried about you. This path you're on, it's not healthy," Anastasia began, her words laced with genuine concern.Vincent scoffed, a bitter edge to his tone. "Save your concern. We're not together anymore, remember? I don't need your opinions on my life."Anastasia winced at the harsh reminder. "I know, Vincent, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. You're diving headfirst into something that's consuming you. Boxing is important, but it shouldn't define you. Failing your studies and pushing people away, it's not the Vincent I know."Vincent's laughter crackled through the phone, a bitter sound that stung more than his words. "You don't kno

Chapter One Hundred And Seven Vincent leaned against the dimly lit gym wall, sweat dripping down his forehead, his mind echoing with the haunting whispers of his own wayward past. The musky air of the boxing gym couldn't drown out the weight of regret that clung to him. Across the room, his coach, old and weathered, looked at him with a mix of disappointment and concern."Vincent, you've come a long way from the hungry kid I used to train. What happened to the fighter who had heart, who fought for more than just glory?" Coach Mitchell's gravelly voice cut through the silence.Vincent avoided eye contact, his gaze fixed on the worn-out gloves in his hands. "I don't know, Coach. Fame, money—it changes a man. Maybe I've become the very thing I used to despise."As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing a swarm of flashing cameras and eager reporters. Vincent's newfound celebrity status had become a double-edged sword, cutting deep into the core of his authenticity.Amelia, a woman wh

Chapter One Hundred And NineIn the aftermath of the devastating defeat, Vincent found solace in the quiet corners of his once-haven, surrounded by the echoes of his own vulnerability. The physical injuries served as constant reminders, each ache and pain a testament to the price he had paid for chasing fleeting glory.Amelia, recognizing the toll the match had taken on Vincent, reached out with a gentleness that spoke volumes. "Vincent, it's not about the defeat. It's about how you rise from it. Let us be there for you, not just in the victories, but in the moments that test your resilience."Vincent, humbled by the genuine support that remained amidst the shadows of embarrassment, nodded in silent gratitude. The allure of external validation had led him astray, but the unwavering support of true friends offered a lifeline to pull him from the depths of despair.The days that followed became a period of introspection and recovery. Vincent, rather than wallowing in self-pity, channele