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

Chapter 97: In the reflection, Nyla locked eyes with Callie. Those eyes, once seeming so innocent and genuine, now exposed their calculating and resolute intent. Callie's soft chuckle broke the silence. "In our circles, it's normal for men to have some secret companions. But take yourself too seriously, and you're just playing the fool. Are you aiming to replicate your mother's rise to prominence? Your mother was a mistress. It's unlikely you'll even be recognized as a lover." A suffocating sensation gripped Nyla, as if an invisible hand constricted her throat and drained all her blood.

The raw exposure of truth stung sharply. It became clear to Nyla that Callie was adept at exploiting emotions. She clenched her jaw to maintain composure. "What exactly are you implying? Your insecurity is showing, pushing you to drop the facade. You've always masked your fear well, haven't you? Now that I'm working at Crestwave Group, does it distress you?" As Callie clutched her wedding gown, fury filled her eyes, a storm brewing that threatened to lash out at Nyla. "Your words won't bring me down. I'm not as gullible as the others.

And in your position, what do you believe you represent?" "Excuse me! What did you just say?" Interrupting the tense moment, Bonnie burst in, positioning herself protectively in front of Nyla. "Who do you think you are, you hypocrite? Does the Higgins family name carry such weight? Show some class, don't tarnish your family's name." Nyla was surprised by Bonnie's timely intervention. Her guard dropped, and she leaned on Bonnie, overwhelmed by relief. "What was that?" Fury flashed in Callie's eyes, as if she was profoundly offended. "Didn't catch that? I said you lack manners and courtesy.

Your petty plotting is disgusting. If Nyla had any interest in Ethan, do you think you'd be the one marrying into the Brooks family?" Bonnie's biting remarks served as a reprimand on Nyla's behalf. Previously, Bonnie had presumed Callie was merely adhering to family expectations and held no resentment toward her. Yet, it turned out Callie had been tormenting Nyla behind the scenes. How could that be tolerated? Lяtєst chᴀptєrs ιn glovєl.ｃΟм "Enough, Bonnie, let's leave." Exhausted, Nyla yearned to escape. Bonnie draped an arm around her, her face etched with concern.

"Ethan, I was merely trying on a wedding dress when they started hurling insults. Is it jealousy, because I'll be engaged to you and they see me as taking Nyla's place?" Tears welled up in Callie's eyes as she called out toward the doorway. Hearing this, Nyla stood rooted to the spot, shocked. "If not you, Callie, who else might claim the title of Mrs. Brooks?" A cold, familiar tone sounded from behind Nyla. Although Callie's remarks had stung, Ethan's comments felt like rubbing salt into the wound. Nyla was puzzled by Ethan's unexpected presence.

Was this a mere coincidence, or had Callie orchestrated it? Her thoughts swirled chaotically, each pang of pain amplifying her distress. Bonnie was just as stunned by Ethan's cruel words and was about to challenge him when Nyla restrained her. . . .