All Chapters of BORROWED LOVE ON ICE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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NOT JUST A COMEBACK

XAVIER'S POVMelissa and I were having the time of our lives.That was the only way to describe it. For once in what felt like forever, things weren’t complicated. No hospital rooms, no paparazzi storms weighing on my chest, no guilt hanging over me. Just me and her, building something that felt real, steady, and unshakable.The lights from the studio were almost blinding as we sat side by side on the plush couch, the cameras fixed on us. Melissa’s hand rested on mine, her nails lightly brushing against my skin in slow, almost unconscious movements. I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her, even with the host sitting directly across from us. She looked breathtaking—hair styled in soft waves, her dress hugging her in all the right places without screaming for attention. She was the picture of elegance, and yet still…….MelissaThe host leaned forward, smiling politely but eyes curious. “So, Ms. Brown, Mr Kesh, let’s talk about what everyone wants to know. Balancing your careers with you

THAT'S ALL I ASK

MARCO’S POV It was a Wednesday afternoon, the kind of day that usually dragged on in the studio. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound accompanying the steady click of my keyboard. My inbox was full of proposals—brands wanting new campaigns, designers eager to collaborate. The kind of busyness I’d usually lose myself in. But today, I wasn’t fully present. My thoughts kept drifting toward Melissa and Xavier, the storm of attention their recent interview had stirred.Things were finally going right for them, and in a strange way, I was proud. Melissa had worked so hard, and Xavier—well, he’d been through hell. Watching him step back into the spotlight and watching them do it together had been good for business, sure, but also… it felt personal. Like I was witnessing something fragile finally piecing itself back together.The last person i expected that afternoon was Louis.The door to my office swung open without a knock, and there he was, striding in with that air of ent

OUT OF TOWN

MELISSA’S POV The buzz of my phone cut through the quiet of my apartment. I was sprawled on the couch with a heating pad pressed against my lower belly, groaning softly as another wave of cramps pulsed through me. My cycle had always been unpredictable, but this month felt worse than usual—like my body was staging a rebellion. And the worst of it was that my period hadn't even started yet. I reached for the phone with half-closed eyes, expecting maybe a text from Xavier or one of the girls I work with. But it wasn’t either of them. It was Marco.Marco: Got you a solo shoot. Out of town. Details later. You’ll need to travel a day early.I frowned at the message, reading it twice. A solo shoot? Out of town? That wasn’t unusual, but something about the shortness of his text unsettled me. Usually, Marco was all chirpy energy, exclamation points and winking emojis, always trying to make work sound exciting even when it wasn’t. This message was clipped. Cold.I dialed him right away.He

THE SHOOT

MELISSA’S POV The flight was long, but not unbearable. I tucked myself into the window seat, pulling a blanket around me, earbuds in, and let the soft hum of the plane lull me into a deep nap. By the time the captain’s voice echoed overhead, announcing our descent into Ohio, I felt groggy, like I’d been asleep for hours and still hadn’t rested enough.The city outside the small oval window stretched out in gray lines, dotted with headlights glinting through the late afternoon haze. It wasn’t Manchester. It wasn’t home. My stomach knotted at the thought, but I forced myself to shake it off. This was just another job.When we landed, the airport felt smaller than the ones I was used to. The crowd was thinner, the air cooler, and for some reason, it all made me feel… detached. I pulled my suitcase along, checking my phone. A text blinked on the screen.Marco: Driver waiting. Terminal exit 3.I frowned, the knot in my stomach tightening again. Usually Marco would call, maybe even walk m

SEND THEM OVER

MARCO’S POV It had barely been an hour since Melissa checked into the hotel when my phone buzzed. The notification made my chest tighten before I even looked at the screen. I knew what it was.It was him—the guy Louis had arranged to “help stage” the shots.My thumb hesitated over the screen, but curiosity and dread forced me to open the message.There they were.The first photo was grainy, taken with the faint glow of the hotel room light. Melissa was sitting on the bed, her posture slumped, her hand reaching out toward the man like she was trying to steady herself. In her hazy state, it looked like she was… yearning for him.The second was worse—his arms angled around her, her cheek brushing against his chest. To the camera, it looked like an embrace. To me, it looked like a setup. Is it because i know it was?The third photo nearly made me curse out loud. Her head tilted back slightly, his face lowered dangerously close to hers. From that angle, it looked like they were kissing.

NO ROOM FOR DOUBT

KATRINA’S POV It was finally time to put my plans into action.For weeks, I had been living with this restless energy inside me, like a storm waiting to break. Watching Melissa parade herself online with Xavier — my Xavier — burned through me like acid every single time. Their laughter, their pictures, their so-called “power couple” image. It made me sick.But I’m not stupid. I know how far is too far. Ruining Melissa publicly would destroy her career forever. And while I hated her for taking Xavier from me, I couldn’t bring myself to rip her life apart in such a permanent way. No… that would be sloppy, too brutal. And Xavier, for all his anger, still had a conscience. If Melissa was humiliated before the whole world, he’d end up pitying her. I didn’t want his pity; I wanted him back.So no, I wouldn’t put her on the front pages of every gossip column — not yet. I wanted to hurt her where it mattered most: in Xavier’s heart.That was enough.So when Louis told me the photos were rea

IS THIS A JOKE?

XAVIER'S POV According to Melissa’s flight schedule, she was supposed to have arrived hours ago. I had checked the airline tracker more times than I could count, refreshing the page like some obsessed teenager waiting for confirmation that his crush had landed safely. She had. The status updated to “Arrived – On Time.”But there was no call. No text. Not even the usual quick, “I’m here, baby. I’ll call you once I’m settled.”It wasn’t like her. Melissa wasn’t careless with communication, especially when it came to me. If she was running late, she always sent something—an emoji, a rushed text, a quick voice note. Silence wasn’t her style. And yet here I was, staring at my phone screen every five minutes, my thumb hovering over the refresh button like it could summon her presence.At first, I told myself not to be obsessive. She was probably tired from the flight, maybe she had gone straight to her hotel room and crashed. Maybe she’d forgotten to plug in her phone, or maybe she was i

I WAS LOOSING IT

XAVIER’S POV I sat there long after I ended the call with Marco, phone still in my hand, my knuckles white from gripping it too tightly. My mind was running in vicious circles, replaying everything over and over. Marco’s words should’ve calmed me—he hadn’t heard from her either, and the shoot was canceled. If anything, that was proof that Melissa wasn’t ignoring me, that maybe she was just stuck in a situation out of her control. But instead of easing my mind, it only twisted the knot in my chest tighter.Because none of this made sense.Melissa was supposed to have called me the second she landed. That’s who she was—restless, impatient, never one to keep quiet when she knew I’d be waiting. And the email… God, that cursed email. Every time I blinked, I saw those images burned behind my eyelids. Melissa in another man’s arms, Melissa with her head tilted back in a way I had memorized, Melissa looking like she belonged to someone else. The first time I opened them, my breath had st

SOMETHING WASN'T RIGHT

MELLISA'S POV Hours later, I woke up with a pounding headache. It felt like my skull was caught in a vice, each throb echoing behind my eyes. For a moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.The last thing I remembered was the way my eyelids had grown heavy after room service. My body had sunk into the mattress as exhaustion, dizziness, and that strange haze clouded my senses. And then—someone had walked into the room. I could see it clearly in my mind’s eye. A tall figure, broad shoulders, the way he moved with quiet certainty. My brain, hazy as it was, had whispered Xavier.But now, hours later, I wasn’t so sure anymore.I pressed my palms to my temples, trying to make sense of it. If it had been Xavier, why hadn’t he said anything? Why hadn’t he woken me up or stayed by my side? Why did everything feel… wrong?With a groan, I sat up and reached for my phone. I hadn’t touched it since arriving in Ohio, whic

WHAT'S GOING ON?

MELISSA’S POV The flight back to Manchester felt like the longest ride of my life. My body might have been inside that plane, but my mind was running in places it shouldn’t, tangled between unanswered questions and this gnawing dread I couldn’t shake.I couldn’t even close my eyes. I’d already slept too much yesterday, not by choice but because my body had given up on me after that strange dizziness. Now, fully awake and restless, all I could do was sit in my cramped seat, staring at the little oval window while time crawled at a punishing pace.Every time I checked my phone, I hoped for something from Xavier. A missed call, a text, even one of his impatient, “Where the hell are you?” messages that always carried more worry than anger. But there was nothing. Not one word.And that silence was louder than anything.By the time we landed, I was strung so tight I felt like I’d snap. As soon as the plane touched down, I unbuckled my belt before the signal even dinged and snatched my pho

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