His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 40

Olive’s POV

“Here” He pulled out an envelope, then dropped it. Let it flutter the floor between us like trash. “Your invitation.”

Then he moved

So fast I didn’t have time to process it. His hand was around my throat-not tight enough to cut off air completely, but tight enough. Cole tight. The kind of grip that said I could squeeze hader if I wanted to.

“And don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, face inches from mine,ry to play games with me. Don’t bring Zane Mercer to my party on your arm like you’ve won something. I want you there dressed like the pathetic nobody you are. You understand me?”

My eyes started watering. Not from lack of air. From memory.

This wasn’t new. Cole had always been like this-hands that gripped too hard, words that cut too deep, and a temper that flared when things didn’t go his way. I’d told myself it was passion. That he cared too much. That I was overreacting. That this was what love looked like when it was real and intense and all-consuming.

I’d been so fucking stupid.

So weak.

Still that same weak Olive who took it all and smiled and asked what she’d done wrong.

The knife was in my hand before I realized I’d moved.

I pressed the blade against his cheek-not quite touching, but close enough that he’d feel the cold metal. Close enough to draw blood if I pushed just a little harder.

His hand dropped from my throat immediately.

I gasped, hand flying to my neck. It hurt. God, it hurt. I could already feel the bruises forming, the skin tender and swollen where his fingers had been.

“Don’t.” My voice shook but I kept the knife steady. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again.”

Cole stared at me like he’d never seen me before. Like I was a stringer wearing Olive’s face.

“You can’t hurt me,” he said slowly, but there was uncertainty creeping into his voice. “You don’t have it in you.”

He took a step forward, testing.

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