His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 69

OLIVE’s POV

My car made a loud screech as I pulled into the Hopkins Company parking lot, tires protesting against the asphalt as I took the turn too fast, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had gone white.

I took a sharp breath, trying to steady the panic clawing at my chest, and grabbed my sunglasses from the passenger seat- oversized, dark, the kind celebrities wore when they were trying to hide from paparazzi.

I stepped out of the car, ignoring the immediate stares from people in the parking lot. A woman getting out of her BMW. Two men in suits smoking by the entrance. A security guard whose eyes widened the second he recognized me.

I could practically hear their thoughts-“There she is. The girl from the video. The one who tried to con Zane Mercer.

Except I hadn’t. But they didn’t know that.

The second I stepped through the glass doors into the Hopkins Company lobby, every single pair of eyes turned to look at it.

The receptionist’s mouth fell open slightly. The intern carrying a stack of files nearly dropped them. Even Margaret from accounting-who usually didn’t care about anything that wasn’t tax-related-stopped mid-stride to stare.

I could hear their whispers, their murmurs, the sound of my name being passed from person to person like a game of telephone.

“Is that Olive?”

“Oh my god, she actually showed up.”

“I can’t believe she has the nerve to come here after-”

I ignored them. All of them. Kept my head high, my shoulders back, my sunglasses firmly in place even though we were indoors and I probably looked ridiculous.

But I didn’t care. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.

I wouldn’t blame them if they decided to stare all day. If I were in their position, I’d probably stare too. Scandal was entertainment, after all, and I’d just provided the entire office with weeks’ worth of water cooler conversation.

My phone pinged again, the vibration loud in the too-quiet lobby.

It was my mother this time.

I sighed, answering the call as I rushed toward Grayson’s personal elevator-one of the few privileges I had as his stepdaughter that other staff members didn’t.

The second the elevator doors closed behind me, sealing me away from the stares and whispers, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

Relief. Just for a second. Just long enough to feel almost human again.

I unmuted my mother’s call, and her voice immediately flooded my ears, frantic and worried.

“Olive-Olive-god, I’ve been trying to reach you all morning-

“Mother, I’m fine,” I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended I wasn’t sure I could handle another lecture right now, another round of we warned you or I told you this would happen

“No, Olive-” Her voice cracked slightly. “God, I saw the video. I feel so awful. I feel like I’ve failed you. Like I should’ve protected you better.”

Her words hit me harder than I expected, my throat suddenly tight.

“Mother, I’m heading into a meeting right now,” I said, my voice softer this time. “We can talk later, okay?”

The line went silent for a second, and I thought maybe she’d hung up. I was about to check the screen when her voice broke through again-smaller, more vulnerable than I’d ever heard it.

“Olive,” she whispered. “I believe you, okay? I know my daughter. And I know you’re not the one in that video. I’m not going to lose you over this. Please-will you listen to me?”

For the first time since this entire nightmare started, I felt something crack inside my chest.

Someone believed me. Without me having to explain. Without me having to defend myself or provide evidence or beg to be heard.

My mother-chaotic, overbearing, occasionally embarrassing-believed me.

“Okay, Mom,” I said quietly, the tightness in my voice loosening, he tension that had been clawing at my throat finally starting to ease. “What do you need to tell me? I’ve got less than minute.”

It felt good. Having someone else believe me without needing proof. Without hesitation.

“Remember Hunter’s party?” she said quickly. “It’s tomorrow night. I want you there, please.”

“Mother, I can’t,” I said immediately. “Now’s not the right time-

“Yes, I know it’s not,” she interrupted, her voice strained. “But I can’t face your stepfather’s family alone. Not Janet.”

My heart dropped.

“Janet is coming?” I asked, and I could practically see my mother nodding even though I couldn’t see her.

Janet-Grayson’s older sister. The one who’d never approved of him marrying my mother. The one who still referred to me as “Diane’s daughter” instead of by my actual name. The one who made every family gathering feel like a judgment session.

“Yes,” my mother said. “And you know how she is.”

I did. I knew exactly how she was.

“I’m coming, Mother,” I said quietly. “Now I’m late.”

I could hear her voice shriek with relief, almost crying. “Thank you, peach.”

She hung up.

‘Peach.’

She’d used the nickname my biological father used to call me. The one she never said anymore because it reminded her of him, of what she’d lost, of the man she’d loved before Grayson come into our lives.

Without hesitating, I smiled. My body suddenly felt lighter, the weight on my chest easing just slightly.

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