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

Chapter 310: "Extracting her presents significant challenges... unless Ethan himself provides the opportunity by taking her out." Bonnie dragged a chair closer, collapsing into it with visible frustration. "Ethan won't willingly release her. These underhanded tactics show how desperate he is to maintain control. He'll never grant her freedom voluntarily." Regret gnawed at her conscience; she should have whisked Nyla away during her hospital stay instead of trusting Ethan's hollow promises of change. But dwelling on past mistakes wouldn't help their current predicament.

"Nyla will need to orchestrate her own escape," Murray mused, settling deeper into his chair. "This is your plan?" Bonnie's voice dripped with skepticism. Murray's eyes remained sharp. "The villa is undoubtedly crawling with Ethan's personnel. Are you planning a break-in? Or should I attempt it? Getting inside is one challenge; securing her exit is another." Bonnie paused, the reality of their situation sinking in. She raked her fingers through her hair, mind racing. "Fine. I'll relay this to her. What's the next phase?" Murray had clearly been strategizing.

"Tell her to make her way to the shopping center on Grand Avenue. Beyond that point, everything's arranged." Bonnie studied Murray intently, knowing he represented their best hope for success. She faithfully transmitted the instructions to Nyla, who immediately began laying her groundwork. With Ethan beyond reasoning, timing would prove crucial. In the interim, Nyla maintained an impeccable facade of normalcy. She ceased her demands for freedom and showed no resistance. When Ethan returned, she even acquiesced to his desires despite the physical toll it extracted. Gal n o v el s .

com is your destination for fiction Vicki's upcoming birthday celebration would provide the perfect cover for her departure. The opportunity she'd been waiting for was finally within reach. One morning, the thin blanket slipped off Nyla's shoulder, exposing her soft skin to the cool air. Instinctively, she hunched her shoulders, feeling the chill. Ethan, buttoning his shirt, stood with his back to the light, exuding his usual quiet charm. Nyla lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the brightness. As she did, the blanket slipped lower, revealing the marks on her neck.

"I want to go out today," Nyla murmured, her voice still soft and hoarse, carrying a lingering intimacy. Ethan fastened the last button on his shirt and then turned to look at her, his dark eyes intense. "Why do you want to go?" he asked, his tone casual, not wanting to push her too hard. A little relaxation was fine. Nyla lowered her hand and looked at him. "My mom's birthday is coming up. I need to buy her a gift, or she'll be angry with me again." It was a tradition for Nyla to prepare a gift for Vicki each year, and this year was no different. Ethan knew this well. . . .