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

Chapter 175: Nyla's pulse raced. She locked eyes with the scar-faced man, the wariness in her expression betraying her thoughts. The scar-faced man crouched down in front of her, his dark eyes boring into hers. "What were you doing back there? Do you know Ethan?" Her stomach knotted as dread settled over her like a heavy blanket. These men-clearly Ethan's enemies-had just roped her into something far beyond her control. What rotten luck. Feigning ignorance, she shook her head and stammered, "I-I was just passing through. I don't know him.

I swear." The scar-faced man straightened and waved a dismissive hand. "Then kill her." Her breath caught. What? Her mind reeled at the sheer absurdity of it. Not knowing Ethan was a death sentence? That couldn't be real. Terror seized her chest. "I know him!" Nyla blurted out, just as Callie stirred awake, her eyes darting around in panic. "How much do you want? I can pay anything!" Callie cried out before spotting her fellow captive. "Nyla Green? Why are you here too?" The scarred man's attention snapped back. "You're Nyla Green?" Nyla's heart thundered in her chest.

The pieces clicked together. The men had been looking for someone named Green. Were they after her this whole time? Swallowing hard, she shook her head vehemently. "No, no! You've got it wrong. I'm Aitana Green. She must've mistaken me for someone else!" The leader motioned to his men. "Take a photo and send it to Ethan Brooks." Nyla's hope crumbled. Moments later, one of the subordinates asked, "What about this woman? We've just confirmed she's the Higgins heiress." "Ethan's future fiancée? Perfect, keep her alive," the leader commanded before departing.

"Understood." galnσvєs.m - your update hub As the iron door sealed them in darkness once more, Nyla began formulating escape plans, only to be interrupted by Callie's bitter voice. "So they were after you. You really bring bad luck, don't you? What, were you going to Cloudscape Mansion to see Ethan? Still pining for his love?" Nyla rolled her eyes so hard they practically threatened to get stuck. "Do you honestly think I'd be in this mess if I hadn't accidentally stumbled across the scene?

I'm not like you, always running after men as if your life depended on it." Callie's face flushed crimson. "Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice dripping with indignation. But with her hands and feet bound tight, there wasn't much she could do except glare daggers at Nyla. Her frustration boiled over, and she began thrashing against the ropes, twisting her wrists and ankles in a desperate attempt to free herself. The fibers bit into her skin, leaving angry red marks, but the bindings didn't budge.

Nyla watched her in silence for a moment, then sighed and said dryly, "If you're trying to kill yourself, you might want to rethink your strategy. It's a little tricky to cut an artery with rope, don't you think?" . . .