All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 91 SENATOR HAYES “Anita!” I snapped, my patience finally snapping. I closed the remaining distance, grabbing her firmly by the forearm. “The only reason you are still breathing is because of the history between us! But you are drastically overstepping your boundaries.” She didn't try to pull her arm away. Instead, she lifted her chin, staring straight into my eyes with a terrifying, suicidal defiance. “Then kill me,” Anita whispered, her voice chillingly calm, like someone who had long ago ceased caring if she drew another breath. “Being locked in this hell, living under your thumb... it’s a thousand times worse than death. So why don't you just fucking kill me and finish it?!” she suddenly screamed, her voice cracking off the rusted metal walls. Kpa. The sharp crack of my hand connecting with her cheek echoed through the empty warehouse. Anita’s head snapped to the side from the heavy impact, a red welt instantly blooming across her pale skin. “Don't you ever dare rais

CHAPTER 93 AVA After saving them from Liam’s Dad. I drew closer and I could hear the ragged, emotional cadence of their exchange. "—how are you even here?" Liam’s voice was uncharacteristically thick, cracked with a lifetime of unanswered questions and abandoned grief. "After everything... how did you manage to get into this place?" Anita swallowed hard, tears welling in her eyes as she clutched the lapels of his suit jacket like a lifeline. "I begged him, Liam. I begged your father. And... and somehow, miraculously, he agreed to let me come. He said it was time for family." Hearing those words, a cold, heavy dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. He agreed. Senator Hayes never does anything out of the goodness of his heart. Every action he takes is a chess move, a trap designed to sacrifice his pieces for ultimate control. Bringing Anita here into the lions' den, right in front of the cameras and the donors, What exactly is he onto? Liam, caught up in the blinding, emotional s

CHAPTER 95 AVA The silence inside the cabin of the speeding SUV was thick enough to suffocate. The digital speedometer climbed past ninety miles per hour, the tires humming a high-pitched, terrifying whine against the asphalt as Liam navigated the sharp curves of the coastal highway like a man possessed. Every muscle in his body was coiled so tightly I half-expected him to shatter right beside me. He didn’t say a word, his knuckles stark white against the leather steering wheel, his jaw locked in a rigid line. I gripped the passenger-side handle so hard my fingers ached, staring out the blurred window at the neon city lights streaking past. The centrifugal force threw us violently around every corner, and at one point, as we took a ninety-degree turn on two wheels, I let out a sharp gasp, my vision graying at the edges as near-fainting took hold. I wanted to scream at him to slow down, to breathe and to look at the road. But looking at the hollow, haunted hollows of his profile in

CHAPTER 97 AVA The neon sign of the downtown central precinct buzzed with a low, obnoxious hum that grated against the raw nerves in the back of my neck. Outside, the morning traffic crawled through the gray drizzle, indifferent to the absolute collapse of our lives. Inside, the bullpen smelled of stale black coffee, cheap disinfectant, and the heavy, stagnant air. Every head turned as Olivia and I walked through the double doors. The detectives sitting at their metal desks didn't look up with professional curiosity; they looked up like guard dogs recognizing trespassers. We approached the high front counter where a bored-looking desk sergeant was filing his nails, chewing lazily on a toothpick. "Detective Miller," I said, keeping my voice low, steady, and dangerously clipped. "I'm Liam Hayes. I'm here to see my mother, Anita Hayes. She was brought in last night under a detention order." The sergeant paused his nail file, looking up slowly. He didn't even blink. He gave us a cold

CHAPTER 99 LIAM "What do you want, Nic?" Brittany’s cold, crisp voice echoed through the quiet penthouse living room. "I’m busy." Nic swallowed hard, glaring up at me to prove his innocence. "Hey, Brittany... just wanted to check in. Are you... did you need me to handle that errand for you?" There was a sharp pause on the line. "What errand? What are you talking about Nic?, have you been drinking again, Stop calling my line." Click The line went dead. Nic lowered the phone slowly, his face flushed with humiliation and fear. He looked back up at me from the floor. "See? She has no idea I’m here. I’m acting entirely on my own accord, Liam. I just want out of the crossfire." The silence in the penthouse stretched thick and heavy. I stared down at Nic, realizing with a grim jolt that the terror gripping the city was finally reaching down into the lower tiers of our social circle. People were running for cover, terrified of what my father was capable of. "Get off the floor," I orde