Todos os capítulos de The ice reaper and His blonde obsession : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

VALENTINA Waking up felt like drowning in pure agony. It wasn’t a surface-level sting or a sharp burn, it was a heavy, suffocating throb pulsing directly behind my eyes. With every single beat of my panicked heart, the pain hammered against the inside of my skull, dull and brutal, as if someone had cracked my head open with a lead pipe and left the raw, throbbing wound to fester in the dark. My tongue clung to the roof of my mouth, dry as desert sand, and a fierce, fiery friction flared around my wrists and ankles. I tried to move, but the sudden heat of coarse rope biting into my flesh forced a low, ragged groan from my throat. I tried to lift my chin, but the second I did, the entire room tilted violently on its axis, dissolving into a dizzying, nauseating spin. I clamped my eyelids shut tight, swallowing down the bitter, sour taste of bile rising in my throat. Think. Where am I? My thoughts were sluggish, tangled in a fog. The last clear memory I had was sitting in

ZURIABy the time I finally reached the villa, my knuckles were white against the steering wheel. The long drive had completely shot my nerves, leaving a bitter taste of irritation in the back of my throat.But the moment I pushed through the heavy front door and stepped into the suffocating quiet of the house, that irritation instantly morphed into cold, sharp dread.“Val?” I called out, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.Nothing. No footsteps, no voice answering back.I didn't wait. I moved fast, tearing through every single room like a woman possessed. I checked the kitchen, the counters were clean, the air completely still. I sprinted to the living room, checked the patio, and threw open the bedroom doors one by one. Still, absolutely nothing. There was no luggage scattered across the floor indicating she had fled, and there was no crying blondie curled into a blanket on the couch.A suffocating panic clawed its way up my chest. I stood dead in the center of the massive, emp

HORACEThe whiskey tasted like absolutely nothing anymore. That was a real problem because in the beginning. Those first few days it had burned hot. Hot enough to throw some of the noise screaming inside my head but now it just slid down my throat like plain water while my entire life kept collapsing around me in slow horrible pieces that I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. I sat alone in the study room of the rebuilt penthouse with a half-empty bottle on the table right in front of me and another one lying somewhere on the floor where I must have dropped it earlier without even noticing. The place looked exactly like it had before the fire with the same furniture and the same walls and the same expensive bullshit that used to feel like home but now everything felt empty.Like somebody had stolen something important from it or maybe... someone.My jaw clenched so tight it ached as I stared at nothing in particular because every single corner of this space still carried trac

Harold’s POV“Oh, poor Harold... You want honesty, don't you? So let’s be honest.”I stared blankly at the woman I thought I had completely figured out by now. The air in the room felt entirely too heavy, pressing down on my lungs. My mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air before I could finally sum up the courage to force the words out. “Stop joking, Agatha. This isn’t funny.”“I’m not joking,” she said. Her tone was flat, completely matter of fact, lacking even a shred of hesitation.The dry, nervous laughter that escaped my throat died instantly, choking me. “What do you mean you’re not joking? Agatha, look at me and tell me she's lying. Tell me you had no hand in what happened to me and Deja.”Agatha shrugged elegantly, swirling the liquid in her cup as if we were discussing the evening weather. “I did. I planned the entire thing, Harold. I manipulated you. I lied to you from the very start. Valentina has always been telling the truth... and I am the mastermind behin

HAROLDThe secondary room was pitch black, except for a thin, mocking yellow light cutting under the bottom of the door. They had thrown me in here like a pile of rotting garbage.Even with my wolf's strength, I couldn't fight back. I couldn't do a damn thing. Not after they plunged a serrated silver blade deep into my side right before dragging me in, leaving the toxic metal to burn against my raw ribs and completely paralyze my healing. The silver felt like liquid fire rushing through my veins, an excruciating poison that forcefully grounded my wolf, locking him behind heavy chains and leaving me weak enough for them to easily overpower. Me. The damn Alpha’s son. Reduced to a broken dog bleeding on the floor.With everything I had done, I didn’t even think my father would think of saving me now. If he knew the truth, he wouldn’t even bother to listen to what I had to say. He would look at me with nothing but pure disgust and disappointment, because all I had done was disappoint him