Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 15: Trevor's smirk faltered, but only for a moment. He quickly recovered, letting out a low, mocking laugh. "Miss Green, it seems you don't understand the situation. Let me make it clear-your mother sold you to me. Do you know what that means? Whatever I say, you do. And if you refuse, I'll make sure you can't stay in Ulares." Trevor had been locked up for hosting an illicit party, and if it weren't for the Fowler family's influence, he wouldn't have been out in just a few months. Nyla clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain calm. "Mr. Fowler, have you forgotten where we are?

This is Ethan Brooks' territory. If anything happens to me here, do you think he'll let you off so easily?" Trevor's cocky expression faltered again, but this time, he sneered in response. "Ethan? You think he cares about you? I knew about your place in the Brooks family. You're nothing to him. Even if he did show up, who would believe a woman like you? Everyone in Ulares knows your reputation. I could say you came onto me, and they'd lap it up." Nyla's stomach churned, but she kept her expression steady.

She glanced toward the corner where the surveillance camera should have been glowing red. It wasn't. Her heart sank. Trevor had come prepared. She began stepping back toward the door, but Trevor noticed and yanked her roughly, her coat slipping from her shoulders and falling to the floor. "Trying to run? Don't bother. I booked this room specifically so no one could hear us," Trevor said, his voice oozing menace. "But if you behave and satisfy me, I might even pay you. How's that for a deal?" He patted her face with mock affection, his leering gaze drinking in her defiance.

"You'll look even better under me," he whispered, his grin widening. As his hands moved to tear at her dress, she bit down hard on his hand. "Argh! You bitch! Let go!" Trevor yelled, smacking her across the face with his uninjured hand. The tales you love are at gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm The sharp sting of his blow left blood trickling from the corner of Nyla's mouth, but she used the distraction to break free. She bolted toward the door, but Trevor grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back, eliciting a cry of pain. "You filthy slut!" he spat. "You're going to regret that.

I'll make you wish you never crossed me!" "Let go! I promise you Ethan won't let you off if you dare touch me!" "Enough with the empty threats! You're just a cheap whore. How much do you get paid for your services, hmm? I'll double it!" Nyla fought back, her mind racing. Her eyes landed on a candlestick sitting on a nearby table. With all her strength, she drove her stiletto heel into his thigh, causing him to stumble back with a pained groan. "Damn it! A feisty one, aren't you? But that excites me even more.

I'll see how you beg me-" Before he could finish, Nyla grabbed the candlestick and swung it with everything she had. It struck Trevor's head with a sickening thud, and he crumpled to the floor, blood trickling down his temple. Nyla stood frozen, her chest heaving as she stared at his motionless body. Had she killed him? . . .