All Chapters of His Dangerous Love On Ice: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: Olive's POV"What the fuck are you doing here, Olive?" he asked, his voice dropping lower, taking on that dangerous edge I knew meant trouble. "In a place like this? In a fucking hallway like this? Without no protection. I thought you were at your parents place?""I was just—Brenda came back here," I said, suddenly feeling defensive."And then I saw this girl get dragged back here and slapped and I thought—I thought maybe I could help—""Help," he repeated, and his voice sounding dangerous "You thought you could help. By walking into a restricted area alone. By asking strange men for directions. You call that helping? Fuck… Common Muffin.""I didn't know what else to do," I said, my own anger starting to rise to meet his. "That girl looked scared—""And you almost got assaulted trying to save her," he interrupted. "Do you understand that? Do you understand what could have happened if I hadn't been here?""I'm not stupid—""You're reckless," he said, his hands still on my f

Chapter 93: Cole's POVMy head wouldn't stop spinning the second Sophia finally fell asleep beside me.I had to keep going, had to keep playing this game perfectly, making her believe every lie that came out of my mouth. She was so easy to manipulate, so desperate to believe that I actually gave a fuck about her beyond what she could do for my career.But, I had to be careful, I had seen that smart part of her and what her decisions could cause.Crises. Chaos. Enough to end me if I don’t play my cards right.But I was waiting for something. A message. The one I'd been checking my phone for every five fucking minutes.I reached for my phone again, the screen lighting up my face in the dark room, and that's when I saw it.The image.Olive. In that goddamn car. Standing beside that vehicle that cost more than she could ever afford, looking absolutely radiant, glowing, getting everything she'd ever wanted while I was stuck here losing, and imagining the night she got fucked in front of me

Chapter 95: Olive's POVShe had natural ginger hair that fell in waves past her shoulders, grey eyes, and tanned skin that seemed to glow in the studio lighting. She wore a simple black dress, and when she smiled, it was warm and genuine."I think I'm the one at fault," she said, and her voice had an accent I couldn't quite place. Latina maybe? "I was passing by and walked too close to you."I laughed, rubbing my shoulder which still hurt from the collision. "No, I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy staring at the art.""It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said, glancing at the basketball painting. "The way the artist captured movement. Makes you feel like you're watching the game in real time.""Exactly," I said, surprised that she got it.She held out her hand, that warm smile still on her face. "My name is Paloma.""Olive," I said, shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you.""Olive," she repeated, like she was testing the name. "That's beautiful. Unusual.""My mom has a thing for na

Chapter 97: Olive's POV"Watch your mouth," Zane said, his voice dropping dangerously low."Why should I?" Sophia spat. "She's ruining everything! Ever since you started dating her, you've been acting insane! Sabotaging people's careers, making enemies, pissing off Dad— and you think I didn’t know you were the one that ended my deals… for fuck sake.""Cole deserves worse than losing an endorsement," Zane interrupted. "And you know it. And you are so lucky you just had few of your contracts terminated. I could have done worse things.""Damn you Zane. And you are girl letting some girl control you!" Sophia yelled. "I worked hard to get those contracts, and Cole worked his ASS off for that deal! He earned it! And you took it away because you can't stand that he had her first!"Zane ended the call.Just pressed the button and cut her off mid-sentence.The silence in my apartment was deafening.I stared at him. He stared back."Did you do it?" I asked quietly."Does it matter?" he replied.

Chapter 99: Zane's POVI stared at the threatening message for another minute before deleting it and tossing my phone on the desk.Whoever was behind this clearly had resources. Information. Access to things they shouldn't have access to.Which meant they were either someone in my inner circle or someone with enough money to buy their way in.Both options were terrifying.I stood up, pacing my office, trying to think through every possibility when there was a knock on my door."Come in," I called.Scott, one of my security team, stepped inside looking uncomfortable."Sir," he said. "Your father is here."I froze, turning to look at him.“William is here.” And he nodded.“Yes Sir.”"Where?" I asked."Downstairs," Scott said. "He let himself in. He's in the main living room."Let himself in. Because William Mercer didn't believe in boundaries or basic courtesy."Is he alone?" I asked."No sir," Marcus said, and his expression told me I wasn't going to like the answer. "Ryan is with him.