Todos os capítulos de His Dangerous Love On Ice: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Chapter 121: Olive's POVI sat there, my hands clenched in my lap, waiting for Grayson to say something.He leaned back in his chair, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite read."They're going to make trouble," he said finally. "File complaints. Hire lawyers. Try to find out who saved the company.""Will they find anything?" I asked quietly."No," Grayson said. "Whoever orchestrated this was very careful. Very thorough. The kind of careful that comes from experience."My chest tightened."Grayson—""I know you went to him," he said simply. "Two days ago. When you left in such a hurry."The words hit me like a physical blow.I stared at him, unable to form a response."I had my men track you," he continued, his tone still calm. Almost gentle. "I didn't know what you were up to. You looked so distressed when you left. And they reported that a car came to pick you up. Zane's car, I'm assuming."My throat went dry. "You had me followed?""I was worried," Grayson said. "After eve

Chapter 123: Olive's POVFrom where I sat in my car, through the windshield, I stared at the building looming in front of me.The Mercer Company.Glass and steel stretched up toward the sky, modern and imposing and screaming wealth in a way that made Hopkins Enterprise look quaint by comparison. The architecture was aggressive—sharp angles and reflective surfaces that seemed designed to intimidate anyone who approached.My phone beeped.My heart jumped, hope and dread mixing together in my chest.I grabbed it immediately, my pulse quickening.A notification from my banking app. Another transfer completing.Not him.The disappointment hit me like a physical blow, sharp and agonizing in a way I refused to acknowledge.I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against the steering wheel.I was losing my mind.Or maybe I'd already lost it. Maybe I'd lost it the moment I agreed to his insane proposal in Chicago. Maybe I'd lost it the firs

Chapter 125: Sophia's POVWhen I received the email that I would be working with Olive Monroe, I felt anger surge through me so violently I thought I might shatter every object in my office.The crystal paperweight on my desk. The imported vase from Italy. The framed awards lining my walls.All of it felt breakable. Expendable. Insignificant compared to the rage burning in my chest.Olive fucking Monroe.I couldn't believe I was going to have to work with her. Breathe the same air. Pretend to be professional while she paraded around like she belonged in the Mercer Company.In my world.I'd ensured somehow that I was involved in the Quantum AI project. Pulled strings. Made calls. Used connections that most people spent years cultivating.A plan to secure this lifetime opportunity for myself. For Cole. For us.I'd talked my father into letting me lead the creative team. Convinced him that my experience made me the obvious choice. That this campaign could elevate the Mercer brand to unpr

Chapter 127: Zane's POVI stood at the edge of the high landing, staring down at the cars tearing through the underground track below.Smoke puffed into the air from the cigarette between my fingers, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.Preoccupied with something. Someone.My eyes drifted to the phone lying on the concrete ledge beside me.Zero calls. Zero messages.Nothing from the phone I kept specifically for her.I closed my eyes, wondering when the fuck I'd turned into a lovesick teenager.Less than two months ago, I wouldn't have given a damn about who called and who didn't. I loved my peace. Thrived on silence. The quiet gave me space to think, to plan, to strategize.But now?Now I felt like my chest was being crushed by a truck every time I looked at that blank screen."Standing up here groaning over a woman," Nikolai's voice cut through my thoughts, thick with his Russian accent and dripping with amusement. "Why don't you just call her?"He leaned against the railing bes

Chapter 129: Zane's POV"That's..." He stopped, swallowing hard. "That's psychological warfare.""Yes," I agreed. "It is."We stared at each other through the screen.And I could see it happening in real time—the shift from suspicion to terrible certainty.But he couldn't prove it. Couldn't confirm it. Could only sit there with the growing horror that his own son might be capable of this."Zane," he said quietly. "If you know something—anything—I need you to tell me. The board is threatening to remove me permanently. Dante is positioning himself to take over. Everything I've worked for is falling apart.""And what do you want me to do about it?" I asked."Help me," he said, and the desperation in his voice was almost painful to hear. "Help me find out who did this. Help me fight back. You're my son. Despite everything, you're still my son."Something cold settled in my chest."Am I?" I asked quietly.He flinched like I'd slapped him."What?""Am I your son?" I repeated. "Because for m