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

Chapter 257: Her voice quivered with rage. It was crystal clear to Callie: Murray was aiding Nyla, and now Johnny was aligning himself with Murray. All roads seemed to lead to Nyla. Why was everyone so fixated on her? "What kind of brother are you?" Callie burst out, her voice trembling with betrayal. "Why do you keep siding with outsiders? What's so special about her that everyone can't stop thinking about her?" Her eyes glistened-not with sorrow, but with the frustration of being overlooked. Johnny sighed, the weight of the situation settling on him.

"Why are you so intent on hating her?" "Because she stole my man! Isn't that enough?" Callie snapped, her defiance sharp and unwavering. Johnny set down the flowers, his expression turning stern. "There are still two men hiding out at your villa on the northern side of the city. You're playing with fire, Callie, and you know it." The Higgins family might not have followed traditional rules, but Callie's actions had gone too far. "Who stole whose man?" Johnny's words cut through her defenses like a surgeon's scalpel. Callie stiffened, her confidence faltering. Deep down, she knew the truth.

Her arrogance had always led her to believe that Ethan belonged to her, even though he had never given her such assurance. In her world, the most powerful man was hers to claim. "So what if it's true?" she snapped back, her voice laced with stubborn pride. "No one will ever know." Get lost in stories on gⱯlnσνℓs﹒ Johnny shook his head, exasperation clouding his features.

"When will you stop with this madness?" Callie's eyes burned with anger, her voice trembling as she declared, "I want Nyla gone from Ulares for good!" Upon discovering that the individuals monitoring Hudson were on her side, Nyla resolved to confront him directly. Hudson's repair shop was modest, tucked away in a bustling area. Nyla wandered for a while before her eyes landed on the shop, discreetly positioned at the corner of a narrow alleyway. This district exuded the charm of an old neighborhood, its essence steeped in familiarity.

The air was thick with the aroma of evening meals being prepared, as every household busied itself with dinner around five o'clock. Street vendors lined the roadside, their stalls offering a kaleidoscope of wares. They lounged on folding chairs, exchanging idle chatter as the hum of the community unfolded. To Nyla, the scene stirred bittersweet memories-echoes of her family's past in a similar neighborhood. But those days belonged to a chapter closed long ago. Inside the repair shop, dim light illuminated a solitary figure. Nyla immediately recognized Hudson. . . .