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

Chapter 78: "Uncle Ethan." Both Stella and Lukas spoke simultaneously, their tones tinged with apprehension. Ethan turned his gaze to Stella, his eyes cutting through her like a blade. The intensity of his stare made her breathing shallow. The Brooks family was sprawling, yet Ethan stood at its apex, wielding control over both the household and Crestwave Group. Despite his relatively young age, his ruthlessness and precision left no room for dissent. Among the younger generation, he was not merely respected but feared-a force of nature they could neither predict nor withstand.

"You won't be having dinner tonight," Ethan said to Stella flatly, his tone brooking no argument. "Go to the study and write out the family rules a hundred times as a form of reflection." Stella bit her lip, her defiance bubbling to the surface. "Uncle Ethan, are you really punishing your own family for the sake of an outsider? You know what kind of person Nyla's mother was, don't you? A notorious homewrecker. And Nyla is no better-always seducing men since the moment she set foot in the Brooks family." Lukas tried to interject, tugging gently at her sleeve, but she shook him off.

"I'm just telling the truth, Uncle Ethan. She's nothing but a fickle, promiscuous woman." Stella looked up at Ethan, expecting support or at least a response, but his cold expression made her falter. His eyes held a quiet menace, a warning that her words had crossed a line. In that moment, she felt a chilling certainty-if they weren't in the Brooks Mansion, Ethan might have discarded her like trash, without hesitation. The thought made her shudder. "I won't repeat myself," Ethan said, his tone like ice. He turned and left without another word.

Stella stood rooted to the spot, replaying his cold gaze in her mind. A wave of dread settled over her, making her regret her outburst. How could she have spoken so recklessly to someone so terrifying? Lаtєst chαptєrs in glovls.ｃοm "Stella..." Lukas ventured hesitantly. Stella's head snapped up, her jaw clenched in determination. "Don't think I'll let her off just because of this. And you-don't even think about being with Nyla. If you do, I won't acknowledge you as my brother!" With that, she spun on her heel and marched toward the study, her back rigid with resolve.

As always, the dinner was a tense affair. The air was thick with unspoken rivalries, and the family's conversations were veiled with hidden agendas. Nyla found the entire spectacle mildly amusing. That was, until Roger brought up the subject of Ethan's impending engagement to Callie. Any semblance of appetite vanished. "The Higgins family suggested scheduling the engagement party for the 15th of January, Ethan. What do you think?" Ethan set down his fork, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin.

He cast a brief glance at Nyla, who seemed wholly engrossed in her chicken wing, showing no visible reaction. "Whatever you decide is fine," Ethan replied. "Then it's settled," Roger said with satisfaction. . . .