All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

CHAPTER 192EMILYI let out a nervous, breathless laugh, tilting my head back to look up at her. "I thought I was going to pass out. Sitting right next to you, acting like we're just casual friends when my entire body wanted to climb into your lap... it's torture, Stace."Stacey’s dark eyes softened, her thumb coming up to gently stroke my cheekbone. "I know, Em. I hated having to play it cool, too. But we're taking it at your pace, remember?"“You got along well with Ava too, I’m impressed.”“Yhhh, it was a bit awkward at first but when I saw she didn’t mind talking to me…I felt less guilty.”“Actually when she wanted us to come over to you, I thought it was going to be a disaster.”“It was her idea?”“Yes, Yes…I was wondering how it was going to be with me and you and then you and her.”"I totally understand your fear” she said laughing and I joined her. Thank God it went well.”“Yh Sure.” I leaned into her touch, my fingers tracing the hem of her sweater. "Actually... that's kind o

CHAPTER 194 STACEY"Then explain this!" Nic hissed, his face inches from mine, spittle flying as his voice rose in panic. "Why the hell are you spending time with Emily? You know damn well she's attached to Ava at the hip. Ava is my worst enemy, Stacey! She's the one trying to ruin everything I've built. And you're over here playing besties with her little shadow? What kind of game are you playing?"I let out a soft, dry laugh, injecting just enough patronizing pity into my tone to completely throw him off balance."Nic, listen to yourself. You're losing your mind over nothing," I murmured, leaning back against the cold concrete wall with a bored expression. "Emily and I? We don't even talk about you. She doesn't know anything about our arrangement, and I certainly don't discuss business with her. We just... hang out. It's superficial, it's nothing serious, and it keeps up appearances on campus so nobody asks questions. It's a smoke screen, nothing more."Nic stared down at me, his c

CHAPTER 196LIAMThe days leading up to the semifinals felt less like preparation and more like waiting for a storm to break. The sheer physical toll of our daily ice practices, made my body feel like it was held together by athletic tape and stubborn willpower. But nothing focuses the mind quite like knowing you’re stepping onto a battlefield.When game day finally arrived, the atmosphere inside the stadium was suffocating. The air smelled of popcorn, damp wool, and stale sweat, cut through by the sharp, electric hum of thousands of fans packed into the bleachers. The noise was a physical entity, a wall of sound that reverberated right through the rubber soles of my skates as I stepped onto the ice for warm-ups.Through the tinted glass of the penalty box, I scanned the lower bowl of the stands. It didn't take long to find them. Ava was sitting in the front row next to Emily, her hands tightly gripping the silver railing, knuckles stark white. Even from this distance, I could see the

CHAPTER 198 AVAThe midday sun was glaring mercilessly against the glass facade of the city’s municipal plaza, but I barely noticed the heat. I was staring straight at the wall-mounted television screen in Liam’s private hospital room, my breath caught in my throat.The hospital bed was cranked up just enough for Liam to lean back against a stack of pillows. He looked profoundly miserable, his upper torso strapped tightly with medical binders to immobilize his fractured ribs, an IV drip taped to the back of his hand. Despite the doctors' strict orders to rest and avoid any sudden spikes in blood pressure, neither of us could tear our eyes away from the broadcast.Senator Hayes was live on air.He looked entirely unraveled. The polished, untouchable facade of a charismatic politician had completely evaporated, replaced by a desperate, sweaty man in a rumpled suit standing behind a podium cluttered with microphones. His campaign team was scrambling in the background, desperately trying

CHAPTER 200 AVAThe courtroom gallery was a sea of tense, collective breath as the judge finally hammered his gavel down, the sharp sound echoing like a gunshot through the silent room.My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I was certain everyone around me could hear it. I sat tightly pressed against Liam on one side and Olivia on the other, our hands locked together in a white-knuckled grip. We had poured everything into this day….every decrypted file, every piece of unassailable evidence, every ounce of courage we had left.As the judge read through the final verdict, clearing Liam’s mother, Anita, of every single fabricated charge Senator Hayes had weaponized against her, the heavy, suffocating weight that had crushed our lives for months simply evaporated.A choked, disbelieving sob tore from Liam’s throat as the courtroom guards unlocked the partition. He didn't wait; he bolted forward, crashing into his mother’s arms as she stepped out, burying his face in her sho