All Chapters of My Ex’s Replacement Is A Hockey Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Olivia POVThe sound of something shattering behind me sent a wave of shock through my body. But before I could see anything, a pair of hands covered my eyes.A startled gasp escaped my lips as panic surged through me. “What the—”“Relax.” A familiar voice spoke against my ear. My hands immediately flew to his wrists, trying to pry them away. “Hey! Let go! I have work to do.”“Can’t you sit still for one minute?”“Ryan, I swear, if this is another one of your pranks it won’t end well.”“It's not. Just be patient.”“Can you get this over with? I have an invoice to compile and submit before lunch.”“You’re just impossible.”“How much longer do I have to sit like this?”“Olivia.”“What?”“Just sit still.”I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Fine.” I sat there for what felt like an hour before he lifted his hands slowly away from my eyes.I blinked several times as the office lights flooded my vision.My gaze drifted to my desk and what I saw, left me speechless. Right in the midd

Olivia POVThe man sitting beside me was, without a doubt, the most attractive man I had ever seen.His black hair was slightly tousled, with a few strands falling carelessly across his forehead. His face was sharply defined, from the strong line of his jaw to the straight nose and perfectly shaped lips that looked like they had no business belonging to someone who seemed so unapproachable.But his eyes were what caught my attention the most.They were an unusually light shade of brown, almost golden beneath the dim lights of the club, and they held a level of intensity that made it difficult to look away.He was also ridiculously tall.Even sitting beside me, I could tell he was built like a man who spent a considerable amount of time in a gym. His broad shoulders stretched the fitted black shirt he wore, and the material clung to his muscular chest and arms. There was nothing flashy about his appearance, yet somehow, he looked more expensive than half the men in the club.I quickly

Olivia POV“Why are my things outside?” I asked, pointing at the boxes scattered across the pavement.He sighed. “Olivia, I was going to call you.”“Call me about what?”“You've been evicted.”My mouth fell open. “What?”“I'm sorry.”“No, you're not.” I stepped closer to him. “You can't just throw my things outside and tell me I'm evicted. What the hell is going on?”“I've received several complaints about you.”“What complaints?”He hesitated. “Several tenants claim they've seen different men coming in and out of your apartment.”I blinked. “What?”I looked toward the building. “Who complained?”“I'm not going to give you their names.”“Then at least tell me what exactly they're accusing me of doing because I did not bring anyone to my apartment.”His expression changed. “One of the tenants claims that one of the men visiting your apartment assaulted him.”My mind immediately went to Ryan.“Olivia, I can't have this kind of activity happening in my building.” “Those complaints are f

Olivia POVThe email from Adrian arrived that night while I was sitting on the edge of the motel bed with an ice pack pressed to one scraped palm, and it read less like a job offer and more like something I should have needed a lawyer to review.No phones should be used around Ethan except emergencies. No discussing the fire, under any circumstance, unless he brought it up first. No visitors on the property, ever. No personal calls made from inside the house without prior approval. Live-in for the full week, quarters in the east wing, a car would collect me at seven sharp.I read the part about the fire four separate times, mostly because nobody had bothered to actually tell me what fire,? and I fell asleep still turning the word over in my head like a stone in my shoe.I called my mother before I left the next morning, mostly because I couldn't stomach the idea of her hearing about a new job from Emma first and asking questions I wasn't ready to answer."A nanny?" she'd said, and I

Olivia POVI crouched down slowly, careful not to move too fast, and opened the cover with the kind of care you'd use on something that might shatter.The first page nearly broke my heart clean in half.It was a drawing of a building on fire, done in careful, controlled crayon strokes that felt far too neat for how devastating the subject was — like someone had needed to color inside the lines to survive putting it on paper at all. Two stick figures stood near a window. One was filled in completely, every inch shaded a careful, deliberate blue. The other was left as nothing but an outline, empty white space where a person should have been.I looked up. Ethan was watching my face like he was bracing for something, some reaction he'd learned to expect and dread in equal measure."Is this you?" I asked softly, touching one finger near the colored figure, careful not to smudge it.He nodded, once."And this one?" I pointed, gently, at the outline.His whole face crumpled, just at the edge