His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 130

Zane’s POV

The glass ceiling-to-floor windows revealed the entire city sprawled beneath us.

High-rise buildings. Traffic moving fast. The skyline stretching endlessly toward the horizon.

But that wasn’t what caught my attention.

It was the man standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, overlooking his empire.

Grayson Sinclair.

I walked into the conference room, my footsteps echoing against the polished marble floor. His secretary had offered me a chair, the one directly across from his desk, but I remained standing.

Waiting.

When Grayson finally turned to face me, his eyes held an intensity that would’ve made lesser men flinch.

Ice-cold. Calculating. The gaze of a man who’d spent decades building empires and destroying enemies.

This was the first time I’d been in the same room as Grayson Sinclair alone. Without the pretense of business dinners or charity galas. Without the buffer of other people.

Just us.

Two men who should hate each other. Who probably did hate each other. But who were now bound together by something neither of us had anticipated.

Her.

“I doubted you’d come,” Grayson said, his voice measured. Professional. He glanced at his watch-a vintage Patek Philippe. His hands moved to his pockets, and he studied me with the kind of scrutiny that came from decades of reading people.

I remained silent.

Because I wasn’t going to admit that the only reason I’d come so early-the only reason I’d dropped everything the second I got his message-was because he’d mentioned Olive.

I needed to know she was safe. That she was okay. That nothing had happened to her.

Before I started considering whether I needed to incapacitate anyone or start World War III.

“What is this meeting about?” I asked finally, my voice cold. “Last I checked, you hated my guts.”

Grayson’s lips twitched with something that might’ve been amusement.

“And last I checked,” he replied, walking toward the chair opposite me and sitting down with the kind of grace that came from years of power, “you bought a company for over a billion dollars and handed it to me like it was nothing. So tell me, Zane. Why?”

His hands rested on the table where several thick documents were stacked.

“Let’s go straight to the point,” he added.

I sat down slowly, deliberately, maintaining eye contact the entire time.“How did you know I bought the company?” I asked, deflecting. You wouldn’t just believe I’d do something like that for your stepdaughter. Plus, you hate my guts. Why would I want to do anything good for you?”

My lips twitched slightly as I watched his eyes tighten, his brows furrow.

“Because maybe,” Grayson said quietly, and there was something in his voice now-something almost paternal, “your love for her overrides whatever family rivalry exists between us. Olive is worth more than any rivalry.”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

My breath caught. My hands tightened around the armrests of the chair. A hardening, sick pain squeezed through my chest, constricting around my heart.

I had to consciously dismiss the feeling that I was-

“Pathetic,” I said aloud, cutting off those thoughts before they could form into something real.

Grayson raised an eyebrow.

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