His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 193: Olive's Pov

"Zane," I managed to say again, my voice coming out stronger this time even though my entire body was shaking, my mind racing with questions I wasn't sure I wanted answered.

He looked breathtaking, infuriatingly, devastatingly beautiful in that leather jacket that fit him perfectly, his dark hair slightly messy like he'd been running his hands through it, his jaw tight with barely controlled anger as he stared at me like I was the only person in this entire club who mattered.

And I hated that even now, even after what Cole had just told me, even with all the uncertainty and hurt and confusion swirling through my head, my body still responded to him like it always did, heart rate spiking, breath catching, every nerve ending suddenly hyperaware of his presence.

"How did you—" I started to ask, then stopped because it didn't matter how he'd known I was here, didn't matter how he'd found me. "You knew Cole was in my apartment that day."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. An accusation.

Zane's eyes flicked to Cole, who was still standing a few feet away watching this entire scene unfold with something that looked like satisfaction on his face.

"Yes," Zane said simply, not denying it, not trying to explain it away. "I knew."

The confirmation hit me even though I'd already known it was true, had already put the pieces together based on Cole's revelation.

"You knew someone was watching us and you didn't tell me," I said, my voice getting louder. "You let him stand there and watch while we—while you—"

I couldn't finish the sentence because my throat was too tight, because saying it out loud made it too real, made the violation of it too concrete.

"Did you enjoy the show, Cole?" Zane asked, his voice calm in a way that was somehow more terrifying than if he'd been yelling. "Did you enjoy watching me fuck what used to be yours from your hiding spot in her closet? Did it hurt as much as I hoped it would?"

Cole's face flushed with anger but he didn't respond, clearly not expecting Zane to be so direct about it.

"Answer me," Zane said, taking a step toward Cole. "Because I want Olive to understand exactly what happened that day. I want her to know that yes, I saw you hiding in her closet like the pathetic stalker you are. I caught your reflection in the mirror. And yes, I made a conscious decision to keep going, to make sure you saw every single second of what you'd lost."

"You used me," I said, the words coming out broken. "You turned our intimacy into some kind of performance without my consent. You let someone watch us without telling me they were there."

"I protected you," Zane corrected, finally turning his full attention back to me. "Because if I'd stopped and told you Cole was there, you would have confronted him. And Cole would have used that opportunity to manipulate you, to make you doubt yourself, to try to convince you that you were the one in that video."

"That wasn't your decision to make!" I said, my hands clenching into fists. "You don't get to decide what I know and don't know about my own life! You don't get to violate my privacy and call it protection!"

"You're right," Zane said quietly. "I don't. And I should have told you immediately after. Should have been honest about what happened instead of letting you find out this way."

The admission stunned me into silence because Zane Mercer didn't apologize, didn't admit to being wrong, didn't show vulnerability like this.

"But I'm not sorry for making Cole watch," Zane continued, his voice getting harder. "I'm not sorry for making sure he understood exactly what he'd lost when he let you go. And I'm sure as hell not sorry for claiming you in front of the man who spent years making you feel like you weren't enough."

"That's fucked up," Cole interjected. "You're both fucked up if you think any of this is normal or healthy."

"Says the man who broke into his ex-girlfriend's apartment with a keycard he had no right to have," Zane said, turning back to Cole with dangerous eyes. "Says the man who hid in a closet watching her have sex without her knowledge. That's really rich coming from you."

"At least I'm not the one who—" Cole started.

"And did you know… that Cole installed Camera’s in your apartment…your bedroom, your kitchen, you living room…" Zane said suddenly, breaking Cole’s words, my eyes widened in shock, as if the first revelations wasn’t enough.

“What…” I forced myself to speak, turning sharply to look at Cole who looked mortified, clearly not knowing he had been caught.

For a second, I felt the world tilt sideways, felt my knees actually buckle before I caught myself against the wall.

"Cameras?" I whispered, staring at Cole in absolute horror. "You put cameras in my apartment?"

"For us," Cole said, and there was something desperate in his voice now. "So I could keep you safe. So I could make sure you were okay when I couldn't be there—"

"You sick fuck," I breathed, my entire body starting to shake. "You violated my privacy in the most awful way possible. You tried watching me without my consent. You—"

I couldn't finish because I was going to be sick, was going to actually vomit right here in this club.

"I found them," Zane said quietly, and both Cole and I turned to look at him. "The cameras. I suspected he wouldn’t come just to check up on you. I had my security team sweep the entire apartment and remove every single one the next day."

And my mind instantly flashed back to that night, and slowly it all started to make sense.