His Dangerous Love On Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Chapter 22: Zane’s POV"Hunter was in a better position," I said, keeping my voice flat and professional like I gave a shit about his opinion. "It was a team decision.""Bullshit," my father snapped, and I could practically hear his blood pressure rising through the phone. "You know what Grayson did to me, what that family represents, and you just handed his stepson the winning goal like it was nothing.""It was about winning the game," I said, even though we both knew that was only partially true. "Not about your personal vendettas.""Everything is about my personal vendettas, and don't you forget it," he said, his voice dropping into that dangerous quiet that used to scare me when I was younger but now just made me tired. "You play for my team, you live in a house I helped you buy, you drive cars I put in your name—""I bought that house with my own money," I interrupted, unable to stop myself even though I knew it would make things worse. "The money I made playing the sport you pus

Chapter 24: COLE’s POV"You've been different since the game." Her voice was soft, careful. "You almost cost us the win, Cole. You went after Zane like... I don't know. Like it was personal.""It wasn't personal. He was playing dirty.""He always plays dirty. You know that." She pulled back just enough to look at me. "But you've never reacted like that before."I kept my face neutral, kept my hands steady on her hips. "What are you getting at, Soph?"She hesitated, biting her lower lip. Then: "There was a girl. Dark hair, sitting in the VIP section. She was screaming your name…I think during the second period, but then..." She paused. "Then she was screaming for Zane."Fuck."And?" I kept my tone light, almost bored."I asked around." Sophia's eyes searched mine. "Her name is Olive Monroe. She's your ex."The air left my lungs but I didn't let it show. I just laughed, shaking my head like this was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. "That's what this is about? Olive?""You never

CHAPTER 26: OLIVE’S POVMy father's wife.I shouldn't have clicked on them. I knew better. But my thumb moved on its own, opening the app and navigating to the burner account I'd created six months ago just to keep tabs on them. On the life my father had built without me.The first photo was of my half-siblings—twins, four years old, matching pumpkin-themed outfits. They were at some fancy pumpkin patch, surrounded by hay bales and cornstalks, their faces lit up with the kind of pure, uncomplicated joy I barely remembered feeling as a kid.The second photo was of my father. He was crouched down between the twins, his arms around them, smiling wider than I'd ever seen him smile. Not the tight, forced smile he'd given me during the few visits he'd bothered to show up for after the divorce. This was real. Genuine. The kind of smile that said, ‘these are my kids and I love them.’The caption read, "Best day ever with my favorite people!" *laugh emoji * *love emoji*My chest tightened. Hi

CHAPTER 28: OLIVE’S POVMy heart was trying to break out of my chest. The room was spinning. And Zane was looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire goddamn world."I'm yours," I said, louder this time.The corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile. "Good girl."And then he kissed me.Not gentle. Not sweet. Not the kind of kiss you gave someone at a party with hundreds of people watching.He kissed me like he was claiming me. Owning me. Proving a point to everyone in the room that I was his and his alone.His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back, and I couldn't help it—I melted into him. My hands found his chest, fisting in his shirt, and I kissed him back like my life depended on it.The room exploded.I heard gasps, murmurs, someone's drink hitting the floor. Phones came out, cameras flashing, and Zane didn't stop. He deepened the kiss, his other hand finding the small of my back and pulling me flush against him.When he finally pulled back, I was

Chapter 30: OLIVE's POVHis mouth devoured mine like I was the last fucking thing he'd ever taste, and his body—god, his body—pressed hard against me, those muscles I'd seen in the magazine now solid and real, crushing against my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.I couldn't breathe. Didn't want to breathe. Each time his lips moved, each time his tongue rolled against mine, each place his hands touched left burn marks on my skin.This wasn't like kissing Cole. Nothing like those cold, quick pecks that always felt like he was somewhere else in his head. This was—fuck, this was different. This was drowning and wanting to drown deeper.My hands shoved against his chest, desperate to feel every ridge, every hard line of muscle. They felt ripped under my palms, exactly like I'd imagined when I stared at that photo for too long.But his hands caught mine, fast, pinning them together behind my back in one move. My chest smashed against the wall and suddenly I was lifted, my legs wra