All Chapters of His Dangerous Love On Ice: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 132: Olive's POVI stared at my phone, the screen mocking me with its emptiness.No message from him. Not even a response to the professional email I'd sent requesting his attendance at the assessment meeting."Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath.My office—temporary office, technically—was smaller than my space at Hopkins but still impressive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Art on the walls that screamed "we have money to burn."But none of that mattered right now.What mattered were the magazines spread across my desk like a strategic war map.Two candidates had already been approved for the AI Quantum campaign. The third slot remained open, and I had five potential candidates to choose from—all popular hockey players from different clubs who'd made names for themselves in previous leagues.I checked the last name on the selection list, and my eye twitched.Cole Maddox - Chicago Wolves.Of course.Of fucking course Sophia had somehow placed him on the

Chapter 134: Olive's POVI pushed the door to the conference room open, and four pairs of eyes immediately turned to look at me.Sophia. Stephanie. Jessica. Nina.The Holy Trinity of making my life hell.Well, two-fourth of it, anyway. Nina seemed professional enough, Jessica is savoring a crush. And Sophia... Sophia's eyes tracked me like a predator watching prey, obviously irritated by my mere existence.I didn't give her the satisfaction of a reaction.Instead, I walked toward my designated seat with my head held high, my materials organized, my game face firmly in place.Everyone here was supposedly working toward one mission: assessing the candidates for the AI Quantum campaign and determining which strategic approach would yield the best results.But I knew better.This wasn't just about business.This was war.Nina nodded at me as I sat down, her expression neutral but not unfriendly."Miss Monroe," she said. "How has your strategic development been progressing?"I gave her a c

Chapter 136: Olive's POVI remembered my first date.I was thirteen years old, and my mother had orchestrated the entire thing without asking me if I even wanted to go.It was during the period she was trying to process her divorce from Walter. The papers had been signed weeks earlier, the house divided, custody arrangements finalized in cold legal language that made my family sound like a business transaction being dissolved.But while they'd moved on—or at least pretended to—I was still drowning in it.I'd locked myself in my bedroom for weeks. Refused to go back to regular school and insisted on homeschooling instead. Stopped seeing friends. Stopped doing anything that required me to interact with the outside world.I genuinely wanted everything to just end.The divorce had hit me harder than it had hit either of my parents, and my mother thought the only way to pull me out of that darkness was to force me into some kind of connection. Make me feel something for someone. Create a d

Chapter 138: Olive's POVTwo days had passed since my mother ambushed me with her blind date scheme.Two days of her texting me reminders about Saturday night. Two days of her sending me links to articles about Judy Byron's steel company.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, makeup half done, wondering for the hundredth time why I'd agreed to this.My phone buzzed on the counter.A call from an unknown number.I almost sent it to voicemail—I'd been getting too many strange calls lately, too many moments where I felt like someone was watching me—but something made me answer."Hello?""Olive?" The voice was male, unfamiliar, and confident. "It's Judy. Judy Byron."My stomach did a weird flip that had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with nerves."Hi," I managed, trying to sound normal instead of like someone who was actively dreading this entire evening."I just wanted to confirm our reservation for tonight," he said, and his voice was different than I rem

Chapter 140: Olive's POVThat I'd gone on a date with another man while we were—what? Broken up? On a break? I didn't even know what we were anymore."It doesn't matter what it was," Nikolai said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "What matters is what it will look like to him."He took a step closer, and I had to fight the urge to back away."Zane Mercer is many things," he said quietly. "Patient. Calculating. Dangerous. But when it comes to you, Olive Monroe, he is none of those things. When it comes to you, he is a man barely holding on to control."My breath caught."I do not know what happened between you two," Nikolai continued. "I do not know why you have not spoken in almost two weeks. But I do know that he has been losing his mind. Making decisions that are reckless even for him. Destroying things that do not need to be destroyed. All because you will not call him."Guilt twisted in my chest, sharp and painful."And now," Nikolai said, his voice dropping