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

Chapter 307: Nyla shuddered, her lip caught between her teeth as she remained motionless. With a stern expression, Ethan reached for her ankle and drew her toward him with a controlled pull. The touch was simultaneously intimate and disturbing, and Nyla recognized that resistance was futile. His hold on her waist was tight, eliciting a sharp twinge of pain. "What? You've been tempting me like this for years. Now you say you want to leave? Who do you think I am?" His breath warmed her neck, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. A soft whimper escaped Nyla as she recoiled.

Suddenly, his hand encircled her neck. The cold familiarity of his grip triggered a rush of fear, prompting Nyla to grasp his hand tightly. "Don't... please, Ethan, stop this." "Call me Uncle Ethan," Ethan demanded, his eyes deep and unmistakably possessive. His fingers twitched restlessly, eliciting an involuntary response from Nyla's body. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She had told herself not to succumb to him, yet her physical reactions always contradicted her resolve. With a hand over her eyes, a single tear escaped, marking her silent distress.

After a night filled with intense emotions, Nyla woke up late the following afternoon. She felt the remnants of the night's passion on her body as she adjusted her pajamas and made her way to the bathroom. The mirror showed her tangled hair and neck covered with clear marks of affection, impossible to hide. Her hand instinctively covered her neck as she looked at herself with a detached, icy expression. She was growing weary of her current life. When she eventually descended the stairs, the villa felt unusually quiet and empty, adding to her unease.

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ "Hana?" Her voice echoed tentatively in the stillness. The silence was complete. Nyla moved slowly, her legs stiff and sore, through the eerily quiet house. Compelled by a sudden fear, she hurried to the front door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Next, she checked the windows, all of which were firmly locked. About to break one with a chair, Hana suddenly appeared. "Mrs. Brooks, please stop. You might injure yourself," Hana pleaded, her expression showing a mixture of concern and resignation. Nyla faced her directly, her voice firm.

"Why is this happening? Is Ethan trying to keep me captive here?" Hana let out a deep sigh, conflicted between her duty and her moral compass. She had tried to advocate for Nyla, but Ethan was unyielding and had even increased the security around the villa. Feeling utterly powerless, Hana was unsure of what to do next. "Just don't make things harder for both of us. Breaking out isn't going to work. Mr. Brooks has prepared for everything," Hana explained, her face showing the struggle within. . . .