All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31LIAMThe phone call had come from a burner number, a fractured voice whispering just enough coordinates to make my blood run cold. A clinic on the industrial outskirts. They claimed they had eyes on a woman matching my mother’s descriptionI didn’t think twice.I pushed my car hard, tearing through the wet, darkening streets until I reached the dead-end alleyway specified in the tip. The building was a dilapidated, windowless shell of corrugated metal and peeling paint.I kicked the rusted side door open, my heart hammering against my ribs, and searched every shadowy corner, calling out into the damp, empty air. Nothing. Just dust, dripping pipes, and the mocking echo of my own voice. It was another dead end.Frustration and rage boiled in my throat as I stormed back out to the car. The rain had started to slick the pavement, turning the industrial park into a labyrinth of black mirrors. I threw the door open, slid behind the wheel, and threw my head back against the headres

CHAPTER 33AVAI bolted upright the second my alarm blared, throwing off the covers and rushing straight into the living room.Everywhere was still empty. The kitchen counters were untouched, the air heavy with an agonizing stillness. Liam still wasn't back.Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at my throat. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and dialed his number for the hundredth time in the last seventy-two hours. The subscriber you have dialed is currently switched off or out of coverage. The robotic operator's voice was a familiar, crushing blow.I forced myself through the motions, rushing into the bathroom to wash the exhaustion from my face and change into my clothes. Today the national hockey championship was beginning, and Liam was still nowhere to be found.By the time I arrived on campus, the energy was electric. Students swarmed the pathways, a collective sea of school colors and buzzing excitement, all streaming toward the grand athletic complex for the opening matches.O

CHAPTER 35AVA"Are you completely out of your mind?!" Emily hissed, her face pale as paper, her eyes wide with sheer terror. "What the fuck are you doing, Ava?!""What am I doing?!" I snapped, shoving her hand away and pointing furiously back toward the door. "Did you hear what that monster just said to him? He doesn't care about Liam at all!”"That’s Mr. Hayes you are talking to!" Emily whisper-shrieked, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "The billionaire politician! He can ruin our lives with a single phone call!""So what?!" I shot back, my chest heaving. "Does being rich and powerful mean he has the right to treat his own son that way? Is that why he gets to speak to him like garbage?""Do you wish to die, Ava?!" Emily whispered frantically, her voice cracking under the sheer panic of my recklessness. "You can't just barge in there and scream at—"She suddenly cut herself off mid-sentence.Every bit of color drained instantly from Emily's face. Her body went completel

CHAPTER 37AVAA chill ran down my spine. The image of Mr. Hayes’s cold, dead-eyed stare in the hospital hallway flashed vividly in my mind. I had a hundred more questions burning on the tip of my tongue to ask about his father, but looking at the exhaustion etched into Liam's face, I forced myself to swallow them down and keep quiet.Ten minutes later, the car pulled up to the campus athletic complex. Outside, the sky had turned the color of bruised slate.Liam parked the car, and we walked inside together. The sharp scent of melting ice, sweat, and ozone hit us the moment we pushed through the heavy doors. Down on the rink, Liam’s team was already suited up, skating hard through recovery drills and passing exercises under the watchful eye of the assistant coach.The second Liam stepped out of the tunnel and onto the bench, the atmosphere on the ice shifted. Heads whipped around. The murmurs died instantly, replaced by a heavy, respectful silence."Hayes," the assistant coach barked,

CHAPTER 39AVAThe final whistle blew across the turf, echoing off the bleachers and cutting through the heavy tension of the stadium.Final Score: Liam’s Team 2, Law Department 0.They had won, scraping through the grueling semi-final match by the skin of their teeth.The moment the game ended, Liam ripped off his helmet, his face a mask of dark, brooding fury, and stormed off the field straight toward the players' tunnel without a single glance backward.My heart hammered against my ribs. The memory of the brutal body check he had taken earlier and the flash of crimson I had seen staining his jersey flashed urgently in my mind. He was hurt, badly.I hurried down from the stands, slipping past the security guards and pushing open the heavy metal door leading to the locker rooms. The hallway was empty, lit by the harsh, flickering fluorescent bulbs overhead. I followed the sound of slamming lockers to Liam’s private changing room at the end, the door standing half-open."Liam?" I call