All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 102 AVA The soft, ethereal blue glow of multiple dual-monitor screens illuminated the darkened tactical room of the penthouse, casting long, eerie shadows across the walls. My eyes burned, scratchy and dry from hours of staring at endless lines of hex codes, recursive algorithms, and fragmented data packets. With a final, satisfying keystroke, I hit enter, executing the master bypass script to decrypt the very last remnants of the drive Liam’s mother had entrusted to us. A progress bar surged forward—50%, 80%, 100%—and the remaining files unlocked with a soft digital chime. I leaned in closer, my breath catching in my throat as a dense, classified digital dossier materialized on the center screen. I scrolled through the encrypted transcripts, audio logs, and scanned documents, my stomach dropping lower with every line. “Uuhmmm guyyyss!” I said, calling out to Olivia and Liam. “I think I did it.” They both quickly walked over and joined me to look at the screen. Months ag

CHAPTER 104 AVA I hurried down from the bleachers, waiting by the exit as the team emerged, peeling off their helmets and wiping sweat from their brows. Liam walked out first, breathing heavily, his dark hair damp. When he saw me standing there, his harsh expression softened just a fraction. "You stayed," Liam noted, walking over. "I had to see it to believe it," I replied, crossing my arms and glancing past his shoulder toward the locker room doors where Nic was chatting easily with one of Liam’s security operatives. "Liam, what is he doing here? Since when is Nic part of your training squad?" Liam let out a low, gravelly sigh, running a hand over the back of his neck as the frustration resurfaced in his eyes. "He cornered me after my afternoon seminar. Insisted that if he's going to prove he's serious about making amends, he needs to pull his weight. He offered to join the physical conditioning squad, claiming he knows some of the municipal contractor schedules through his fam

CHAPTER 106AVAThe drive back to the penthouse felt like a funeral procession. The heavy, suffocating silence inside the car mirrored the absolute void left in my chest after hearing the judge's gavel seal Anita's fate.Getting to the penthouse, he walked straight past the living room, down the dim hallway, and into his bedroom. The heavy oak door clicked shut with a sharp, final sound.At first, I gave him space, thinking the shock just needed a moment to settle. But hours bled into the evening, and the silence from behind his door grew deafening.I stood outside his door, balancing a tray with a warm bowl of soup and a glass of water, and knocked gently. "Liam?" I called out, my voice thick with exhaustion and worry. "Please open the door. You haven't eaten all day. You need to take something, even just a few bites."No answer. The deadbolt remained thrown."Liam, I'm serious," I pressed my forehead against the cool wood of the door, fighting back a fresh wave of panic. "Locking yo

CHAPTER 108 NIC The rain in the capital had a way of washing the grime off the streets, but it never quite reached the dark, polished marble of Senator Hayes’s estate. I stood at the base of the massive double doors, pulling my coat tighter against the biting chill, wondering if walking up these steps was the single most idiotic thing I had ever done in my life. My initial play had been simple: I came to the Senator out of spite, nursing a bitter desire to get back at Ava after everything that had gone down. While Arnold had come to the Senator for his own reasons as well, which I couldn’t care less of…..somewhere along the line, the gears had slipped. Arnold started skipping classes, cutting off contact, and now his body had turned up cold near the docks. The heavy oak door swung open before I could even lift my hand to knock. A silent, unsmiling security detail eyed me up and down for a fraction of a second before stepping aside. "Nic, you are here.," a smooth, chillingly polite

CHAPTER 110AVAThe penthouse had stopped feeling like a home days ago. It had transformed into a sterile, echoing tomb of glass and steel, wrapped in a cold, unforgiving frost that no central heating could ever quite chase away.I sat curled up on the edge of the sprawling leather sofa, staring blankly at the sprawling city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The neon lights blurred together into bleeding streaks of red and blue, but I barely registered them. My mind was trapped in a relentless, looping cycle of denial and shock.Arnold is dead.The thought felt completely surreal, like trying to comprehend an impossible cosmic void. Beside me, the air felt heavy. Liam was pacing slowly near the kitchenette, his jaw locked so tight I could practically hear the bones grinding, his dark eyes shadowed by days of accumulated grief and fury.Suddenly, the sharp, melodic chime of the private entryway doorbell broke the suffocating silence.I jumped, blinking out of my daze. Liam