All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RONANI sat in the back of my Aston Martin DB12, laptop before me, headset around my neck. At the front passenger seat, Hank sat, face turned slightly towards me, sorting through documents. My father thinks I'm just a dependent spoiled heir, so he'd never bothered to keep a close eye on me, nor saw me as a threat. Hell, the rest of the world thought so too. That's why I take advantage of the darkness of the night to lay down my chips in strategic places. “Young master…”I looked up from the laptop and focused my attention on him. “Our men just sent word. Your father seemed to have gotten a new mistress. We just confirmed she's a rising starlet signed to JD entertainment.”I huffed out a breath, anger replacing the calm a moment ago. “What the fuck is wrong with that old dog? Do I need to castrate him to keep his eyes from little girls?”Hank snickered and gave me a side eye. “You're not much better.”I hissed and raised my hand to slap him. I huffed again, and threw my head back.

RONANI watched Zayden play on the rink, carving through the ice and leaving trails of his blood behind him. Each drop hit the white surface and bloomed like a wound. Every single one a sharp stab to my heart.His face was bruised red and purple. Swollen at the cheekbone, split at the brow and upper lip. His left arm was hanging awkwardly, shoulder sitting wrong, probably dislocated. What the hell was he doing? Playing hockey with a hand like that will probably damage it for good. Snap something that won’t grow back right.Blood soaked his white vest until it was pink, then red, then black at the edges. I could see little shards of bottle in his shoulder, glass glinting under the rink lights like teeth. He was walking funny, favoring one leg, but his movement on the rink was similar to that of a ferocious beast; wild, unhinged, and very furious. No technique. Just rage with skates.Dried blood was on his hair and face, flaking at his temple. Same with many other parts of his body. Knu

RONANHot! Fucking hot shit! A cleansing warmth to the dirty memories in my head, memories of crazy bitches. A sweet treat to the palette. Gosh! This. Hearing Zayden whisper my name, his voice, a strangled half moan, sent shards of electricity down my spine. Desire burnt my chest, and my eyes flamed even hotter. My gaze moved to his round milky ass, then his spine filled with wounds, welts, and purple bruises. Whoever hit him didn't hold back. Maybe I'm psychotic, because I wanted to kiss them all away. He froze, then turned around, still holding his co*k, a hint of confusion on his face. “Ronan? What are you doing here?” He was more bewildered than frightened about getting caught, moaning my name while beating his meat. “What else?” My cadence was raspy, hoarse and thick with an emotion I refuse to name. “Someone called for me, and I appeared to make it happen.”I pulled off my jacket, and let it fall to the ground. My shirt followed. Then my watch. His eyes widened as he watch

ZAYDENEven pulling on my shorts felt like hard work with one arm dislocated. I managed to pull on my underwear and track suit. I don't think I will be able to manage pulling on my skinny jeans with the current situation of my arm. My locker had quite a good amount of clothes in them. The bloody ones I pulled off were stored in a zip lock bag and thrown into the lower section where I kept my sports shoes. The pain in my arm was going straight to my heart, confusing me.The pain felt stronger than normal. What's going on? Was it because I initially had an impact on it when Liora hit me earlier in the day? The double impact must be taking a toll on it. “At least I'm right handed. It shouldn't restrict me from doing much.” I muttered, reaching for the vest which I had previously laid out on a chair close to me. I felt a presence behind me and turned. It was Ronan, dressed in a black sport shorts, with the band of his underwear visible above it. As if he wanted everyone to know he was

ZAYDENThe most important person in his life? So the playboy once had such a person, someone who had mattered before me, before all of this, and the thought soured my mouth. My lips pressed together before I knew it, the movement involuntary, a tell I hated.“You should be honored I showed it to you. That spot is very personal. I never let others see it, not even when I'm fucking them. In this whole town, you're the only person whose eyes has seen them.” He droned on, not noticing the sour look on my face, his voice carrying like he was handing me a gift I didn’t ask for.Ronan finally looked at me, at the way my lips were pressed together. Then he laughed, the sound cutting through the room. “Mercer, that look on your face, you can't be feeling jealous now, can you?” The question was a trap dressed as teasing.He laughed harder and pointed at my face, his finger too sure. “You're indeed jealous of him.” He said it like he’d won something.I sneered and knocked his hand away, the cont