His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 151

Olive’s POV

I didn’t want to go to work the next day.

Every fiber of my being wanted to stay in bed, pull the covers over my head, and pretend the last twenty-four hours hadn’t happened.

But hiding wasn’t an option.

I had a job to do. A project to complete. And sitting at home spiraling about Judy Byron’s death wasn’t going to change anything.

So I got up. Showered. Put on my most professional outfit-a navy blue suit that screamed “I’m competent and definitely not a murder suspect.”

The drive to the Mercer Company felt longer than usual.

My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, my mind replaying the detective’s questions over and over.

‘Can you

think of any reason why someone would want him dead?’

No. I couldn’t.

I barely knew Judy. Hadn’t seen him in five years until that dinner.

But someone had killed him. And the timing-right after he’d hinted at knowing things about Klaus-felt too deliberate t be coincidence.

I pulled into the Mercer Company parking garage and killed the engine.

For a moment I just sat there, staring at the concrete walls, trying to gather the courage to walk inside and face whatever was waiting for me.

Because people would know.

News like this traveled fast. And in a company where gossip spread faster than actual work got done, everyone would have heard by now.

Olive Monroe had dinner with a man who ended up dead hours later.

Perfect ammunition for anyone who wanted to destroy me.

I grabbed my bag and headed for the elevator.

The ride up to the executive floor felt like an eternity. Each ding of the elevator passing another floor made my stomach tighten.

The doors finally opened, and I stepped out into the corridor,

Jessica was at her desk, and the second she saw me, her eyes wen wide.

“Miss Monroe,” she said, her voice careful. Too careful. “I wasn’t sure you’d be coming in today.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked, keeping my voice professional even though my heart was pounding.

“I just ” She glanced around nervously. “There’s been talk. About what happened. And I wanted you to know that I don’t believe any of it.”

My chest tightened.

“What have people been saying?”

Jessica bit her lip. “Maybe you should just…. go straight to the conference room. The meeting starts in ten minutes.”

She wasn’t going to tell me. Which meant it was bad.

Thanks, Jessica,” I said quietly.

I walked down the corridor toward the conference room, and I could feel eyes on me.

People looking. Whispering. Probably wondering if the woman walking past them had committed murder.

But I hope their eyes wouldn’t fall off by staring too much.

I pushed open the conference room door and stepped inside.

Sophia was already there.

Of course she was.

She stood by the window, arms crossed, looking like she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life.

Stephanie sat beside her, scrolling through her phone with a smirk on her face.

Nina was reviewing documents at the head of the table, and she glanced up when I entered.

“Miss Monroe,” she said neutrally. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Of course,” I said, moving toward my usual seat. “I wouldn’t miss—”

“Really?” Sophia’s voice cut through the room like a knife. “I’m surprised you had the nerve to show your face here after what happened.”

I stopped mid-step and turned to look at her.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Sophia pushed off from the window and walked toward me, her heels clicking against the floor with each deliberate step. “I’m surprised a murderer would have the audacity to walk into this building like nothing happened.”

The word hit me like a slap.

Murderer.

She’d actually said it.

“That’s a serious accusation, Sophia,” I said, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to stay calm. “You could be taken to court for slander.”

Sophia laughed, Actually laughed.

“Slander? I’m just stating facts. You had dinner with a man Saturday night, And now he’s dead. That’s not slander. That’s a

timeline.”

“A timeline doesn’t make me a killer,” I shot back.

“Doesn’t it?” Sophia tilted her head, her eyes cold. “Seems awfully convenient. You show up in my brother’s life, and suddenly people around you start dying. First your brother thirteen years ago. Now Judy Byron. What’s next? Who’s next?”

How the fuck did she knew?

Had she been researching about me, God fuck her, and I’d never hated anyone at this moment the way I hated her.

And she’d just brought Klaus into this. Had weaponized my dead brother to attack me.

My hands clenched into fists.

“Sophia.” Nina’s voice was sharp. “That’s enough.”

“Is it?” Sophia turned to look at Nina. “Because I think we all deserve to know if we’re working with someone dangerous. Someone who-”

“I said that’s enough.” Nina stood, her expression hard. “Miss Monroe is not a suspect in any crime. She went to dinner with an acquaintance who tragically died afterward. That does not make her responsible for his death.”

“But the police questioned her,” Stephanie chimed in, finally looking up from her phone. “I saw it on the news. They brought her in for questioning.”

Of course it was on the news.

Of course the media had gotten hold of it.

Because Judy Bryon wasn’t just someone random. He was important and this kind of news was going to make the paper .

“The police question lots of people during investigations,” Nina said firmly. “It doesn’t mean they’re suspects. And I w have baseless accusations thrown around in my conference room. Is that clear?”

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