The ice reaper and His blonde obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

ZURIA“Hello, Ethan,” I said, keeping my voice as flat as possible.“Missed me?”“Eww. No.”“That’s cold, Zuri.”“You’ll survive.”His cocky grin got even wider, stretching across his face. God, I hated confident guys, especially the ones who knew exactly how good-looking they were. It was worse. It makes you want to wipe that smirk right off their faces.Before he could drop another cheesy line, I pulled out my phone, pressed call, and looped Valentina in on the speaker. If I had to suffer through this man's presence, she was absolutely suffering right along with me.“What is this?” Val’s voice buzzed through the speaker, tight and anxious.“Ethan,” I said shortly.“Oh.” The pure disappointment in her voice was instant and loud.“Wow,” I muttered, tossing my head back.Ethan burst out laughing, totally unbothered. “I already like her.”“Focus, Ethan.”“I'm trying to, baby girl. You're just too captivating in that dress.”Stop it Ethan, I rolled my eyes so hard it physically hurt. “Y

VALENTINAThe hotel room felt way too small for all the thoughts clawing around inside my head. It was like the walls were closing in, pressing down on me until I could barely breathe right. I sat cross-legged on the bed, knees tucked up, phone pressed tight against my ear while Zuria rattled on a mile a minute through the speaker. Her voice was all excited energy, jumping from one thing to the next. Marco leaned against the wall across from me, arms folded over his chest like some prison guard who was seriously regretting every choice that led him to babysitting duty today. He looked tired. Annoyed. Solid as a rock, though. My wolf was restless too. Lita had been pacing circles in my head since sunrise, her worry bleeding into mine until it was hard to tell where hers stopped and mine started.This is wrong, she kept saying, over and over. “I know,” I muttered under my breath.Marco’s eyebrows pulled together in a frown. “What?”“Nothing.” I waved it off quickly, not wanting to e

DON MATTEOThe heavy steel door shut behind them, and the digital locks clicked into place with a terrifying sound. One of the brothers Rico, if I remembered his useless name correctly, panicked and tried to bolt back toward the elevator. He made it exactly three steps before my biggest guard slammed his face-first into the hard concrete. Blood sprayed across the floor immediately.I sighed deeply, shaking my head. “Now look at what you did to my clean floors.” I stepped closer to them, my shoes clicking sharply against the ground, my voice deadly calm. “I’m in a surprisingly good mood tonight, boys. Let’s not completely ruin it.”The youngest brother was already shaking so hard his knees were knocking together. Marco just leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching everything with sharp eyes. Smart man. He knew when to let a man work.I locked my eyes onto the oldest brother. “Tell me about... Deja, is it?”They all looked genuinely confused for a split

VALENTINA The heavy front door clicked shut, and then the silence hit me. Real, crushing silence. I stood entirely still in the middle of that giant, beautiful house, completely alone, and suddenly the space felt way too big. It felt like it was swallowing me alive. I wrapped my arms tightly around, hugging myself just to feel some sort of warmth. The awful weight of loneliness crashed over me harder and faster than I ever expected. All I wanted was him. I wanted to yell at him until my voice gave out and my throat was raw. I wanted to explain every single messed-up piece of that video until he finally believed me. I wanted to kiss him stupid. I wanted to break down and cry in his strong arms like a baby. I wanted to scream at him for ever doubting my loyalty, to drag him to bed and just forget that the rest of the world existed. I wanted anything. Everything. Instead, all I had were empty rooms, dark windows, and the sound of my own echoing footsteps. I wandered through the mass

HORACEI stared at my phone screen for what felt like eternity, my thumb hovering just inches over the send button. Three damn words. That was all it was.Take her to the villa.It was such a simple order. It sounded like I was ordering takeout or something casual, not deciding the fate of the woman who held my soul. But I’d sat there in the dark for nearly twenty minutes, reading those three words over and over again, before I finally forced myself to hit send.My chest went tight the exact second the message went through, like a heavy iron gate had just slammed shut between us. It felt like I’d just cut another major rope holding us together. Or just maybe, I was just trying to keep my own head above water so I wouldn't drown in the chaos.The crystal glass in my hand felt way heavier than it should’ve. I tipped it back sharply and swallowed another shot of burning bourbon in one go. The bitter sting hit my throat and settled in my stomach, but it didn’t make anything better. Nothin