All Chapters of His Dangerous Love On Ice: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101: Zane's POVAlonso stared back at me and quickly pulled back the second ref blew the whistle, separating us.I watched him pulled back, his grey eyes locked on mine through both our visors, and there was something in his stare that made my chest tight, one which I didn’t recognized the first time I saw him.Recognition. Hatred. Something deeper that I couldn't name."Watch yourself, Mercer," he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear.His voice hit me, but this time, it was different, different than how he had spoken when I had seen him with Olive.And it felt so familiar.Like I knew that voice.But from where?The ref was yelling at both of us, threatening penalties if we didn't get back in position. Number 47 skated away without another word, leaving me standing there trying to piece together memories that felt just out of reach."Zane!" Ryan's voice cut through my thoughts. "Get your head in the game!"I turned glaring at him and instantly he slides away in p

Chapter 103: OLIVE’s POV"What do you want?" I asked, not bothering with pleasantries."These are for you." He held out the flowers awkwardly. "Well, technically they're from Zane, but since you've been ignoring his calls he asked me to deliver them."I stared at the flowers like they might explode. "You're playing delivery boy for my boyfriend now?""He's worried about you," Walter said. "And honestly so am I, because your mother called me yesterday and spent thirty minutes screaming about how I've corrupted you and ruined your life and—"“The underground club, about Zane being involved with it, about everything." He ran a hand through his hair. "She somehow found out and now she's acting like I'm the worst person on earth, like this is all my fault even though we've been divorced for years and I had been lying to her about everything right from the start.""Because you did, you lied to her, to us, to everyone. It feels like I don’t know who you are. So you can’t blame her, can you?"

Chapter 105: Olive's POVI spent the entire morning cleaning my apartment like a crazy person.Not because it was dirty. But because I needed something to do with my hands, something to keep me from obsessing about the conversation I was about to have with Zane.By 9:45 am, my apartment was spotless, and I was a nervous wreck.I'd changed outfits three times. Settled on jeans and a simple black top. Nothing fancy. Nothing that said I was trying too hard.At exactly 10 am, there was a knock on my door.Of course, he was on time. Zane was nothing if not punctual when it mattered.I took a breath and opened it.He looked terrible. Dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept. Hair messier than usual. Dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt instead of his usual expensive clothes."Hi," he said."Hi," I replied, stepping aside to let him in.He walked in slowly, like he was afraid I'd change my mind and kick him out. Stood in my living room, looking lost and uncomfortable and so unlike

Chapter 107: Olive's POV"I've tried to accept him into your life," Grayson said quietly. "Just because of you. That was why I didn't want any corporation with them in the first place. But I did it. I partnered with Mercer Company because you asked me to. Because I thought maybe—maybe—Zane was different from his father."He laughed bitterly. "And now look. They're taking my company. Just like Gary took my career. History repeating itself.""Can you stop them?" I asked, my voice small. "Make a counteroffer?""I'm trying," Grayson said. "But I'm limited in what I can offer. And whoever's behind this has significantly deeper pockets than I do."There was a knock on the door and Margaret poked her head in."Sir," she said. "The board members are here.""Send them in," Grayson said, and I nodded at him, trying to look supportive even though I felt like I was drowning.Three men walked in—older, distinguished, wearing expensive suits and carefully neutral expressions.I recognized all of th

Chapter 109: Olive's POVI tried not to look down at how his arms flexed, how his shirt stretched across his chest. Tried not to remember what it felt like to have those arms around me."You need me to stop my father," he said quietly, almost amused."Yes," I said firmly, hating how desperate I sounded."And why would I do that?" he asked, that smug look still on his face."Because you owe me," I said, my voice getting louder. "Because you dragged me into this mess with your deal, your arrangement, your two-month game. Because you made me care about you and then threw it in my face this morning. So yes, Zane. You owe me. And I'm collecting it back."His expression was unreadable now, the smugness fading. "What do you want me to do?""I want you to find out who your father is working with," I said. "Who's helping him. Who's providing the funding. And then I want you to stop it. Use whatever leverage you have. Whatever connections. Whatever power. I don't care how you do it. Just stop h