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

Chapter 3: Ethan's gaze lingered on her face-dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. His suppressed desire reignited, flickering in his eyes. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her and lit another cigarette. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his sexual partner, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This...

whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow-Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, pulling her down onto his lap.

Her smooth legs brushed against him, igniting the tension once more. "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my bed, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps?

I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Don't miss out gαℓησνls․cøm Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He had only ever used it with her in bed. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her chest.

"I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the call and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio-a venture she had started during her junior year.

She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. . . .