All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2Ava6:00 p.m.I stared at the black business card for what had to be the hundredth time.I still couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I had to, because my name is already going viral as his girlfriend. Taking a deep breath, I dialed the number.It rang only once."Right on time," Liam's deep voice came through the speaker."Where are you?" I asked."Outside your dorm."My eyes widened.I rushed to the window, and there he was.Leaning casually against his Porsche like he'd been there all along.I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.The moment he saw me, he smiled.“How about we go somewhere more private? I can see a few campus reporters lurking around. Plus, you must be hungry.”I didn’t have time to say no because the next thing he did was grab my wrist and lead me towards the parking lot.All I could do was follow him.We got to his famous Porsche car, and he opened it. He went around and opened the passenger seat for me.I stepped in, still unsure of what th

CHAPTER 4LIAMIf only she knew why I chose her, she would hate me, but I didn't plan on revealing that…ever.Most people assumed I never got nervous.Olympic gold medalist.Captain of the university hockey team.Son of Senator Richard Hayes.The guy who always had an answer.The guy who always had a plan.The truth? I was terrified.Not because Ava had agreed.Because now the hard part began.I glanced at her as I drove out of the parking lot.She sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window with my jacket wrapped around her shoulders.She looked exhausted.Not physically, more emotionally.Like someone who'd spent the last twenty-four hours having every piece of her life ripped away.I knew that feeling all too well."You've been awfully quiet."She turned slightly, her green eyes unblinking. Damn, she was gorgeous. It was a little scary. She didn't even seek to know it either."I'm wondering if I've completely lost my mind."A laugh escaped my lips. "That's normal.""Y

CHAPTER 6LIAMI was seconds away from losing it. Nic’s punch still throbbed across my jaw, but the real fire was in my chest, burning hotter with every smug word out of his mouth. The campus courtyard felt like an arena…thousands of eyes still on us, cameras flashing and phones recording. One wrong move and the headlines would write themselves: Liam Hayes Loses Control. My father’s campaign team would have a field day burying me.I didn’t even realize I was squeezing Ava’s hand until her fingers twitched in pain. Before I could force myself to let go, she stepped forward, rose on her toes, and wrapped her free left arm around my neck.The world narrowed to her. She hugged me in front of everyone.Her breath brushed my ear as she whispered, “First off, you’re squeezing my hands and it’s extremely painful. And secondly, you can’t lose it in front of so many people… So calm down.”Her voice cut through the rage like a blade through ice. I exhaled sharply, the tension draining from my s

CHAPTER 8AVAI tossed and turned for hours. Every time I closed my eyes, the threatening message glowed behind my eyelids like a warning sign I couldn’t ignore. Mixed in with that fear my lips still tingled just thinking about it eventually I slept off.The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes and a heavy heart, but I forced myself to get ready. Mom was expecting me, and avoiding home wouldn’t make any of this disappear. The bus ride gave me too much time to think, but pulling up to our modest house still brought a sense of comfort. The moment I stepped inside, the rich aroma of spices wrapped around me like a hug.“You made it!” Mom called from the kitchen, her voice warm despite the worry lines I knew she tried to hide. Hannah peeked out, grinning. “Perfect timing. We’re making peppered fish stew with boiled yam and fried plantains. Get in here and help before Mom burns everything.”I laughed softly and joined them, tying on an apron. Mom was already seasoning thick fish fillet

CHAPTER 10AVAThe silence in my dorm room had become heavy, a physical weight pressing against my chest. Every time my phone screen lit up, my stomach did a slow, nauseating roll. It had been hours since the gala, and the internet was still a cesspool of commentary. Most of it was focused on the kiss, but the venom from Nic’s "whore" comment lingered in the threads of every blog.I was trying to focus on my notes for the upcoming regional chess qualifier, but the words blurred into meaningless shapes. Then, my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.You think a kiss makes you untouchable? You’re a scholarship girl playing in a billionaire’s sandbox. Enjoy the fall, Ava. It’s going to be a long one.My breath hitched. I stared at the screen, my thumbs hovering over the delete button. It was the second one in twenty-four hours. My hands were shaking so violently I had to set the phone down. I was drowning, and the "protection" Liam promised felt like a fragile life raft in a hurr