Todos os capítulos de My Hockey Ex Rigged the Dating Show?: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

~Zane~I had spent the entire day trying my best to ignore Chloe, but she was like a persistent shadow, always hovering and worming her way back into my line of sight as if she was terrified I would slip out of her grasp.Right after we finished that ridiculous horse-riding activity, I had enough.I tracked down one of the senior production coordinators and made it very clear that I refused to share a suite with her. I needed space. More importantly, I needed my privacy.They tried to argue with me at first, reminding me that the couples were supposed to follow the rules and share their rooms. I barely listened. I had spent enough time around Chloe for one day, and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in the same room with her all night.When I gave them a death look and made it clear that I wasn’t going to change my mind, they finally gave up.After a few more complaints and some whispered discussions, they agreed to clear out a separate suite for me. It was just down the hall fro

~Zane~“I don’t care how fast it’s spreading, Marcus!” I snapped, my voice echoing off the walls of the suite as I clenched my fists so tight my knuckles turned stark white. “I want you to call the PR team, the legal department, and every tech contact we have on retainer. Threaten them, bribe them, do whatever it takes to wipe that post off the internet before the hour is up!”Marcus gave a grim nod, backing toward the door. “I’m on it, Mr. Sterling. I will start pulling every string we have.”The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room.My chest felt tight, as I panicked. I began pacing the length of the suite. Think, Zane. Think.Had Kiara seen it yet?A cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Should I call her right now and try to get ahead of the narrative, or should I pray to God she was busy filming or resting and hadn’t checked her phone?If I called her, would I just be drawing a neon sign to a lie I never wanted her to find out ab

~Kiara~Mateo suddenly sniffed loudly from across the room. We all turned to look at him.He was standing there with his makeup palette pressed dramatically against his chest, his lips trembling and somehow we all burst into laughter. With Maya and Nora’s help, we hauled my heavy suitcases out of the room, keeping our movements quiet and low-key.We hadn't officially announced my departure to the public yet, but the clock was ticking.Mateo and I marched straight down the high-security corridors of the Villa toward the main production offices.The atmosphere outside chaotic. Producers were running around with tablets, shouting over each other, and looking like they were about to throw up.When the head producer looked up and saw me standing there with my luggage and Mateo towering behind me in his blinding lemon jacket, his face turned pale.“Kiara? What is this?” the producer stammered, scrambling up from his desk. “You can’t leave! What do you mean you’re packing?”“I mean I’m ter

~Zane~The digital clock on the wooden nightstand glowed, it was about nine at night.The hours had dragged by like shards of glass cutting through my chest while Marcus was out running his errands.I had spent most of that time pacing around the suite, checking my phone every few minutes and staring at the door, hoping he would return with good news. When the heavy mahogany door finally clicked open, I turned sharply.Marcus stepped into the suite looking exhausted, his tie loose around his neck and dark circles beneath his eyes. I didn’t even wait for him to catch his breath.“Well?” I demanded, taking a sharp step toward him. “Did you reach her team? Did you talk to her manager? Where is Kiara?”Marcus quietly closed the door behind him, but he didn’t answer immediately. “I had to go to the Villa.”I swallowed. I had no idea he had physically driven all the way to the production’s main off-site villa to track down answers.I had only told him to find Kiara’s manager and stop her

~Chloe~Zane didn’t answer immediately, and instead, he simply stared at me with those cold grey eyes, his expression filled with pure, unfiltered hatred.He looked exhausted, completely pissed off, and weighed down by whatever crisis was spinning around inside his head, with his messy silver hair and tense shoulders making it obvious that he hadn’t had much time to rest.But honestly, I couldn’t have cared less about how miserable he looked.If anything, his exhaustion worked in my favor because the more overwhelmed he became, the easier it would be to make him lower his guard.I turned toward the hallway and gave the staff waiting outside a small, almost invisible nod.The doors opened a moment later, and two members of the catering staff carefully rolled a large silver serving cart into the suite, the wheels gliding quietly over the thick carpet. “Set it right there on the coffee table,” I instructed, stepping aside to give them room as they began arranging the food.They placed ro