His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 43

Olive’s POV

He walked toward me, and I could see it-all the parts of me that came from him. The green eyes. The sharp jawline. The nose I’d always hated. Looking at him was like looking in a mirror that showed me everything I’d tried to distance myself from

“I was in Chicago last week,” I said flatly.

Getting my life destroyed, but sure.

“Oh, Chicago. Right.” His grin widened. “Where you caused quite the scene.”

I could see it in his face-that insufferable smugness that made me want to scream.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” he continued. “You actually landed Zane Mercer. Didn’t think you had it in you, honestly. Though I’m glad you finally came to your senses and left that piece of shit Cole. I was planning to kill him myself if you hadn’t broken up. Maybe that would’ve snapped you out of whatever spell he had you under.”

I wasn’t shocked. Nothing my father said ever shocked me anymore. Walter Monroe had always existed in this

gray area between legitimate businessman and something much darker. I never confirmed it, but I knew. The way people looked at him, the way certain conversations would stop when I entered a room. He wasn’t normal. He was dangerous in ways I didn’t fully understand.

And somehow, he’d still managed to bag women like my mom and Annie.

“I don’t have time for this.” I dropped my bag on the kitchen island with more force than necessary. “What the hell happened to your knee? The bandage?”

“Oh, that.” He glanced down like he’d forgotten about it. “I fell down the stairs. Had to make it believable, you know. Can’t just say ‘fatal accident’ and show up completely fine.”

Annie made a strangled noise. “He threw himself down the stairs Olive. On purpose. Just to get you to come over here.”

I stared at him.

My father who I’d watched break a man’s nose in a bar fight when I was twelve, who’d never shown weakness to anyone in his entire life-had intentionally hurt himself just to get me to visit.

“Why?” The word came out smaller than I intended. “You could’ve just… called. Tried harder. Something other than faking an accident.”

“You weren’t picking up.” His expression shifted, something almost vulnerable flickering across his face before he locked it down. “And your mother-well, I’m the last person she wants to ear from. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to call her new husband.”

They’ve been married for almost ten years, Walter.”

I used his first name. I only did that when I meant business.

His face changed. Hardened.

“What do you want?” I asked. “Why did you really bring me here

He set down the bowl, wiped his hands on a towel, and looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“As much as I’m impressed that you landed Zane Mercer,” he said slowly, “I need you to break up with him. End it. Whatever

you two have going on-call it off.”

Of all the things I expected him to say, that wasn’t one of them

Because he’s dangerous.”

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