All Chapters of Dumped On Live TV, Claimed By The Hockey King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81LIAMWhat is she up to now?I watched Ava from the corner of my eye as she gripped the steering wheel like it might escape. At that moment the morning incident began to replay in my head: The way she had traced my face while she thought I was asleep, held my hand in front of half the campus, and spent an entire practice session smiling at my teammates like she belonged there. At this level of sudden cuteness there was no way I could keep avoiding her without looking like an idiot.The memory of her fingertips along my jaw that morning surfaced again. I felt the corner of my mouth lift before I could stop it.“Did you just smile?” Ava’s voice rang from beside me with pure excitement. “Wow, you so did. Is my driving that good?”I cleared my throat. “Ahem.” A short nod was all I managed.She turned back to the road, clearly pleased with herself, and continued at a pace that would have embarrassed a bicycle. Pedestrians were overtaking us. At this rate we would reach the pent

CHAPTER 83LIAMI woke with a dry mouth and a dull throb behind my eyes. My hand went automatically to the nightstand for the phone. But I couldn’t reach it. I sat up slowly, squinting at the wall clock. Past midnight. “What the fuck?” I immediately jumped off from the bed, adrenaline kicking in.“What the actual fuck!” The headache sharpened and the memory of the cocktail I had slid into place. Ava. “Where the glasses Ava gave me by any chance had—“ I couldn't bring myself to finish it. “Gosh, what has gotten into this girl?”I swung out of bed and headed straight for her room. But it was empty. The bed was still made. I turned back, heart rate climbing, and ran back to my room to get my phone. Getting back into the room, the phone was still not on the night stand ... .I started searching my own room…sheets, under the mattress, the floor. And still no sign of my phone.“Did she take my phone with her?”At this point, I was slowly losing it until the elevator chimed.I stepped into

CHAPTER 85LIAMThe rain lashed hard against the rusted metal containers of the abandoned rail yard, turning the sprawling industrial maze into a slick, labyrinthine trap. I cut the engine of the unmarked SUV, killing the headlights so we sat entirely shrouded in darkness. Beside me in the passenger seat, Ava leaned forward, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the dash as she tried to steady her breathing."Olivia’s intel said sector four, near the old loading crane?," I said, keeping my voice low and steady."Yes.”“What else?”“The accountant reached out to her with a strict condition saying he’d hand over the physical ledgers only if we guaranteed him safe passage out of the country."“But why does he want to leave the country?”“I don’t know Liam, I should be asking you…. I still don’t understand how I got myself into all this.” Ava whispered, though her voice wavered slightly. She was trembling, her shoulders pulled tight against the sudden rush of cold air seeping through t

LIAMJust as I thought she was drifting off, she let out a sharp, ragged gasp and bolted upright in the dark, trembling violently.“Hey,” I said immediately, sitting up beside her and catching her by the shoulders. “Hey, look at me….Look at me, I’m here…Okay?”Ava pressed the heels of her palms hard against her eyes, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps. “I—I closed my eyes and I was back at the rail yard. I saw him falling again, Liam. I saw the blood on the ground.” She dropped her hands, her wide, terrified eyes searching my face in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds. “Does it... does it affect you like this too?…..The scene just keeps replaying in my head.”I let out a slow, heavy breath, dropping my hands from her shoulders to rest them on my knees. “Every single time I close my eyes,” I admitted quietly, the raw truth slipping out without my permission. “My father has built an empire out of things like this. But seeing it right in front of you... seeing how easily a hu

CHAPTER 89LIAMNeeding to shift gears before Emily started asking more questions, I walked back toward the kitchen counter, picked up a small, sealed evidence bag containing the blood-smeared microchip we had salvaged from the rail yard, and brought it over.I dropped the microchip onto the coffee table right in front of Olivia, the plastic clicking softly against the wood.“Forget the schedule for a second,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady so Emily wouldn't catch the heavier undertones. “I need you to work your magic on this. The accountant gave it to me, unfortunately he was killed.”Olivia picked up the evidence bag, her expression hardening as she stared at the cracked shell of the chip. Her fingers immediately flew across her tablet, connecting a secure external reader.“Consider it done,” Olivia murmured quietly.Emily barely spared a glance away from the television screen, her attention entirely absorbed by the movie. But the heavy, suffocating tension in the room hadn