Alle Kapitel von His Dangerous Love On Ice: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Chapter 11: Olive’s POVBut I kept walking. Ignored it."Olive."A hand grabbed my shoulder. Yanked me backward.I spun around.Gray eyes locked on mine.And for one horrible second, I was back there. Back to being his girlfriend. Back to thinking I was the only woman in his life."Olive." Cole's voice was sharp. Angry. "What the fuck are you doing here?"The question snapped me back.I stood there, shocked. Processing.Was he seriously asking me this?"Are you deaf or something?" His grip tightened on my shoulder. "Why are you standing there like you're mute? Didn't I tell you not to come? Didn't you get my texts? My emails? So why the hell are you here? Dressed like this?"His eyes dragged down my body.The words hit me like a physical blow.Every day. Every week. Every month I'd spent with him, I'd never seen it. Never seen the manipulative, controlling bastard he was. How he'd always spoken to me like this—like I was something he owned—and I'd just accepted it. Thought maybe he wa

Chapter 13: Olive’s POVThe second Zane touched the ice, everything changed.And it wasn't just me who noticed—the entire arena felt it.The way he moved across that frozen surface like he'd been born on skates, fast and controlled, like the puck was just an extension of his body instead of something he had to chase.Within thirty seconds of being out there, he already had possession.Skating down the rink and weaving between Tigers players like they weren't even obstacles worth considering, just background noise in his path toward the goal.Two defenders tried to block him, positioning themselves to cut off his route.But he slipped past both without even slowing down, like they were moving through water while he was cutting through air."Go, go, go!" My mother was on her feet beside me, screaming so loud I felt it in my bones.And I realized I was standing too, leaning over the railing without remembering when I'd gotten up.Grayson leaned forward in his seat, jaw tight and hands g

Chapter 15: Olive’s POVMy phone buzzed in my hand, the vibration sending my heart into overdrive, and I grabbed it so fast I almost dropped it, eyes still locked on Zane, who'd already turned his attention back to the crowd of women surrounding him like he'd forgotten I existed.It was a text from an unknown number, and the second I opened it, my stomach dropped.You've got two more days until I make you mine. Ciao. —Your favorite hockey player, RyanMy heart felt like it was going to combust right there in my chest, and I wanted to throw my phone across the arena because that piece of shit was really trying to play games with my feelings, reminding me that I was running out of time and options and dignity.I took a deep breath, the kind that fills your lungs until they hurt, and I realized it was either now or never, either I swallowed my pride and did this or I spent the rest of my life wondering what if.I squared my shoulders and looked around until I spotted a pile of magazines

Chapter 17: Olive’s POV"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I gasped, feeling my face burn with embarrassment, scrambling to try to stop the flow even though it was already too late. "I didn't mean to, I'll clean it up, I'm sorry—"He didn't say anything, just walked to another counter and grabbed a towel, coming back to wipe up the mess like it was completely normal for guests to destroy his kitchen within five minutes of arriving.He cleaned it methodically, taking his time, not showing any sign of being annoyed or angry or judging me for being such a disaster, and when he was done he tossed the towel in a bin and grabbed the juice from my still-shaking hands.He poured both glasses himself, handed one to me without a word, and I just stood there staring at him because I couldn't reconcile this calm, patient version with the cold, calculating man who'd rejected me at the arena.The last time something like this had happened—the last time I'd spilled something trying to serve Cole—he'd made m

Chapter 19: Olive’s POVHis mouth was still on mine when I heard it—the sound of the front door opening, voices echoing through the massive house—and instantly, my entire body tensed against his.Zane pulled back immediately and stared, and I saw something flash in his eyes that I couldn't quite read, something between annoyance and amusement and maybe a hint of something darker."Expecting someone?" I whispered, my voice coming out rougher than I intended, my lips still tingling from the kiss."No," he said, but he didn't sound particularly worried about it, just mildly inconvenienced, like someone had interrupted his dinner instead of whatever this was between us.The voices got louder and closer, and I could make out words now, make out the distinct sound of… Hunter's laugh was followed by another voice that made my stomach drop.Ryan.Of course, it was fucking Ryan."Zane, are you home?" Ryan called out, and I could hear footsteps moving through the house, heading in our direction