All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 132AVALiam glanced sideways at me, his dark eyes burning with a fierce, unwavering intensity that made every doubt in my mind evaporate. He reached across the center console, taking my trembling hand and pressing a firm, lingering kiss to my knuckles."You did the right thing Ava," Liam said, his voice low, steady, and laced with a quiet, lethal promise. "And you don't need to worry about Brittany, or Nic, or whatever games my father is trying to play."He looked back at the road, his jaw set like granite."I'm going to get to the root of this matter, I swear to you."I squeezed his hand back tightly, resting my head against his shoulder as we drove into the neon-lit night.The evening blue sedan slid silently into the subterranean parking bay of the penthouse, the smooth hum of the engine dying away as Liam cut the ignition. The ride home had been quiet. We stepped out of the private elevator into the penthouse…"Liam," I murmured, turning to him just as he was setting his

CHAPTER 134AVALiam offered a soft, gentle smile, looking out across the water. "It's the River Midel. Whenever the weight of the world gets too heavy, whenever I need to think without my father breathing down my neck, this is where I come. It's the only place that feels quiet."I stared at him in disbelief, glancing back out at the stunning view. "Come on, Liam. This place is too beautiful to cry in. You brought me to paradise just to watch me mourn?""I brought you where the air is clean," Liam corrected quietly, reaching across the console to brush a stray tear from my cheek. "You can cry here, you can scream, or you can just breathe. Whatever you need, Ava."Before I could answer, a soft tap on the passenger-side window made us both turn. A local delivery courier on a scooter stood outside, holding a thermal paper bag. Liam rolled down the window, exchanged a brief nod and a cash payment, and retrieved the package.A moment later, the rich, savory aroma of warm, spiced grilled f

CHAPTER 136AVAThe morning sun spilled across the hardwood floors of the penthouse in soft, pale gold, but the heavy, suffocating weight of the previous night’s revelations still hummed beneath my skin like a low-frequency shockwave. Knowing that Senator Hayes was directly responsible for my father’s murder and that his political operatives were actively watching every move we made—cast a dark, chilling shadow over the quiet morning air.I sat wrapped in an oversized blanket on the living room sofa, staring blankly at my cold cup of coffee, completely lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts.Liam had been moving around the penthouse with a quiet, deliberate care ever since the sun crested the horizon. He didn’t mention the sleepless night, nor did he bring up the confession by the River Midel. Instead, he had made it his personal, unspoken mission to pull me back from the dark edge of my grief.First, it was the coffee. He had quietly replaced my cold, forgotten mug with a fresh, pe

CHAPTER 138AVAThe heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse swung open, welcoming us back into the familiar, quiet sanctuary after the tense, electric hours spent out in the city. The lingering adrenaline from my confrontation with Brittany in the restaurant corridor had settled into a sharp, focused hum beneath my skin, but the moment we stepped across the threshold, the atmosphere inside the penthouse felt fundamentally different.Before Liam could even drop his keys onto the entryway console, a sharp click of heels echoed from down the hallway. Olivia emerged from the technical suite, her expression taut, her posture rigid, and her sharp eyes locked directly onto us."I've been waiting for you both all day," Olivia said, her voice cutting through the quiet with an immediate, undeniable sense of urgency. She didn't wait for us to shed our jackets or catch our breath. She turned on her heel and gestured urgently toward the central media lounge. "Drop everything and come sit down. I hav

CHAPTER 140AVA"I'll make him pay," I whispered to my own reflection, my voice hollow, steady, and dripping with venom. "I'll take everything from him, just like he took everything from us."The door clicked softly behind me.I didn't turn around right away, but in the polished glass of the mirror, I saw Liam step back into the room. He was holding a chilled crystal glass of fruit juice, his movements slow and deliberate as he crossed the floor to stand right beside me.He didn't hand me the glass immediately. Instead, he stopped just behind my shoulder, his dark eyes meeting mine in the reflection, reading the murderous resolve written all over my face."How do you feel?" Liam asked softly, the pitch of his voice barely a murmur, careful not to startle me.I let out a harsh, humorless breath, finally turning away from the mirror to look up at him. I took the glass from his hand, though I didn't drink."How do I feel, Liam?" I repeated, a bitter, fragile smile touching my lips. "I fe