His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 70

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OLIVE’s POV

Brenda squeezed my arm once before pushing open the heavy conference room doors.

The second we stepped inside, every head turned toward us.

No-toward me.

The conference room was massive, the dark wood and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle. A long table dominated the center of the space, surrounded by leather chairs.

And sitting in those chairs were some of the most powerful people in Chicago’s sports and business world.

Grayson sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable-that CEO mask he wore when he was trying not to show emotion. But I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers were pressed flat against the table like he was physically restraining himself.

Beside him sat Marcus and Fiona-two of the senior board members I recognized from previous meetings. Their expressions ranged from curious to concerned to barely concealed judgment.

And then there was Zane.

He sat across from Grayson, leaning back in his chair with the kind of casual confidence that came from knowing you were the most dangerous person in the room. His suit was immaculate—charcoal gray, perfectly tailored, the kind that whispered money without needing to shout it.

But it was his eyes that made my breath catch.

Those cold blue eyes that had looked at me this morning with something almost tender. That had watched me fall apart beneath him last night. That had promised me he’d fix everything.

Now they were sharp. Calculating. The eyes of a predator sizing up his prey.

He looked like power incarnate.

And I’d never been more attracted to someone in my entire life, which was probably a sign that I needed therapy.

“Olive,” Grayson’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Thank you for joining us.”

There was no warmth in his tone. No familiarity. This was CEO Grayson, not stepdad Grayson.

“I came as soon as I heard,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

Brenda guided me toward two empty chairs near the middle of the table, and we sat down. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me-judging, analyzing, wondering if the girl from the scandal video was actually brave enough or stupid enough to show her face here.

“We were just discussing the recent… developments,” Fiona said carefully, her eyes flicking between me and Zane.

“Developments,” I repeated flatly. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Miss Monroe,” Marcus said, his tone diplomatic but strained. “Ihink we all understand this has been a difficult situation for you. But the board needs to address the impact this scandal has ad on both Hopkins and our potential partnership with the Mercer Company.”

My stomach dropped. The partnership. The one I’d somehow being part of approval. The one that was supposed to protect

Hopkins from the fallout when my fake relationship with Zane inevitably ended.

The one that now might collapse entirely because of this video.

“Actually, Zane said, his voice cutting through the room like a blade, “I think you’ll find there is no scandal.”

Everyone turned to look at him.

He reached for the tablet in front of him, tapping the screen a few times before projecting something onto the large monitor mounted on the wall behind Grayson.

The video appeared-the one that had destroyed my life. The woman who looked like me, sounded like me, allegedly confessing to using Zane for money and connections.