บททั้งหมดของ His Dangerous Love On Ice: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Chapter 182: Third Person POVThe man's fingers traced the glossy magazine cover slowly, deliberately, his touch almost reverent as it moved across the photograph displayed there, a hockey player mid-action, captured in perfect athletic form, his face focused and intense beneath the headline "Zane Mercer: The NHL's Most Elusive Star."The downtown Seattle penthouse where he sat was dark except for the ambient city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows that made the expensive modern furniture look almost sinister in the dim glow.He'd been staring at this particular magazine for the better part of an hour, studying every detail of the photograph, every line of Zane Mercer's face, every nuance of his expression that might give away something the rest of the world didn't see.His phone buzzed on the glass coffee table, vibrating twice before he reached for it with his free hand, his eyes never leaving the magazine."Yes?" His voice was smooth, accented, t

Chapter 184: Olive's POVI stared at the scene before me through the tinted windows of my car, watching people dressed in black gathering around the graveyard.And right at the corner, standing apart from the rest with her shoulders squared despite the tears streaming down her face, I could see her—Michelle Byron, the woman whose son I had last seen alive just before he was found murdered, the woman whose son was being buried today while questions about his death remained unanswered.It was a painful sight, made worse by the guilt gnawing at my insides, the voice in my head whispering that somehow this was my fault, that if I hadn't agreed to that dinner, if I hadn't been the last person to see Judy alive, maybe he'd still be breathing instead of lying in that casket waiting to be lowered into the ground.My phone vibrated in my lap and when I looked down at the screen, Zane's name flashed there like an accusation, a reminder of all the secrets and lies and complications that seemed t

Chapter 186: Olive's POVThe funeral service passed with a blur of tears and eulogies and hymns that felt like they were being sung underwater, muffled and distant, while I stood near the back trying to make myself as invisible as possible.I watched as Michelle stood at the front, her posture perfect despite the grief clearly destroying her from the inside, accepting condolences from people who filed past her one by one with practiced expressions.When the casket was finally lowered into the ground, when that final moment of goodbye happened and Michelle threw the first handful of dirt onto her son's coffin, I had to look away because the sound of that earth hitting the wood felt too final, too real, too much like watching my own family bury Klaus thirteen years ago.The crowd began to disperse slowly after that, people lingering in small groups, speaking in hushed tones, and I was about to make my way back to my car when I felt a presence beside me."Oh my," Michelle's voice cut thr

Chapter 188: Olive's POVI stared at the photograph on the first page of the album, my brain struggling to process what my eyes were clearly seeing, trying to make sense of an image that didn't fit with anything I thought I knew about my brother.It was Klaus and Judy together, but not in any casual, friendly way.They were at what looked like a beach, the ocean visible in the background, and they were close, closer than friends should be, closer than acquaintances, their bodies angled toward each other in a way that spoke of intimacy and familiarity.Klaus had his arm wrapped around Judy's shoulders, pulling him in tight, and both of them were laughing at something, their faces lit up with genuine joy that made them look younger than I remembered either of them being.But it wasn't just the closeness that made me freeze.It was the way Klaus was looking at Judy in the photo—the way his eyes were fixed on Judy's face instead of the camera, the expression of pure adoration written acro

Chapter 190: Olive's POV"What?" he finally said, but his voice was wrong, too careful, too controlled."Was Klaus gay?" I repeated, louder this time, enunciating each word. "Was my brother gay? Did you know?""Olive, I don't know where this is coming from, but—""Answer the fucking question!" I screamed, all my carefully controlled composure shattering. "Was my brother gay? Yes or no?"Another long silence, and in that silence I heard my answer."How did you find out?" Walter asked quietly, and my entire world tilted again because those words were as good as a confession.He'd known.My father had known Klaus was gay, had kept that secret for over a decade, had let me grow up thinking I knew my brother when I'd actually known nothing at all."You knew," I breathed, tears streaming down my face now. "You fucking knew. How long? How long did you know?""Olive, this isn't—this has nothing to do with you. What Klaus was or wasn't, that's not something you need to concern yourself with—"