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

Chapter 306: A mirthless chuckle escaped her lips, slicing through the tense silence like a blade. Ethan could command empires and crush adversaries beneath his heel, but when it came to the Higgins family, he folded. Nyla had stopped hoping for his protection long ago. "I've told you before, the Higgins family can't be challenged-not yet," Ethan said, his tone bordering on exasperation. "Then let's divorce." Her words were a stone cast into still waters, causing ripples of finality. "I won't let my child have a father like you." Her declaration struck him like a slap.

Ethan's anger flared, his voice sharp and unyielding. "I've already told you-you're not leaving. Forget it." "Fine," Nyla replied, her tone colder than winter's breath. "Then we'll destroy each other, Ethan. If I'm to drown, you won't walk away unscathed." Her defiance lit a fire in his eyes. In a moment of rage and desperation, Ethan closed the gap between them, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss that was more like a bite. It was punishment, not passion. But Nyla, resolute and unyielding, didn't cower.

When his hands reached under her shirt, she shoved him back with all her strength and delivered a stinging slap that echoed in the small space like a gunshot. Ethan froze, his cheek red from the impact. For a beat, there was silence, broken only by the sound of his laughter-low, bitter, and laced with mockery. "What now?" he sneered. "Trying to play hard to get? Don't forget, Nyla-I'm still your husband." His grip found her wrist like an iron shackle as he yanked her against him. Despite her struggles, she couldn't break free as the car descended into the villa's underground garage.

Discover more gαℓησvℯs․com In one fluid motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder, her resistance futile against his strength. The bedroom door burst open under his kick. He flung her onto the bed-a scene hauntingly familiar, yet Nyla had no time to dwell on memories. "Ethan," she warned, her voice ice-cold, "cross this line, and I'll never forgive you-not in this lifetime." Nyla's threats held no power over Ethan. As Nyla neared full recovery, Ethan's actions grew more daring. The main light was extinguished, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Nyla's eyes fluttered, adjusting to the dimness. A flicker of fear passed through her expressive gaze as she edged toward the bed's corner. For reasons she couldn't pinpoint, Ethan now seemed menacing in a way she had never witnessed. "Ethan, please, just calm down," she pleaded, scooting back. "Return here," Ethan commanded sharply, his tone allowing no debate. . . .