The ice reaper and His blonde obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Chapter 121HAROLDI slammed my bloody fist hard against the cold floor, a sharp shockwave of fresh pain shooting straight up my arm. “Bitch!” I growled through my gritted teeth, the sound vibrating with pure hatred.She had hooked me right there. In that exact moment of weakness, when I was sobbing uncontrollably like a terrified child in her arms, she had cast her line. She had reeled me in for years of blind, unyielding service. All the cover-ups, all the illegal operations, all the dirty work, and every single body we had buried had led to this dark, freezing room.I was crashing out hard now, my mind fracturing under the weight of it all. But the fiery anger inside me burned so much hotter than the physical pain. Revenge. I wanted it so fucking bad it tasted like warm, metallic blood in my mouth. Agatha would be ruined. She would be destroyed. And the beautiful thing was, I knew exactly how to make it happen. I knew where all the skeletons were buried because I was the one who

HORACE“You lied,” I snarled, my voice completely laced with the deep growl of my wolf. “You lied to me, Elisha. Every single day, you poisoned my fucking mind with your selfishness and your twisted half-truths.”She gasped, her chest heaving, but I only tightened my grip, leaning in until our faces were inches apart.“You don’t know Valentina like I do,” I hissed, the raw truth finally ripping out of my chest. “You don't know the fire in her soul, or the way everything in my life is just right when she’s near me.”“I should’ve trusted my own goddamn instincts from the very beginning. But you... you just kept feeding me doubts. You kept pushing your own pathetic narrative because you're a selfish bitch.”Fresh tears welled in her eyes, but they did absolutely nothing to soften the burning rage in my gut.“You manipulated me while Valentina suffered,” I growled, my vision tunneling into fury. “Now she’s in real trouble. A fucking life or death situation, and it’s entirely my fault for

VALENTINA My body felt like it was shutting down piece by piece, each breath a labored effort that sent waves of agony through my battered form.I was pretty sure my wrists were red and peeled raw from all of my pulling against the fresh new ropes Agatha's stupid goons had used to tie me up. I needed water. I needed it more than I had ever needed anything in my entire life. All I had to breathe was dry, dusty air that made swallowing feel like forcing sand down my throat.They had given me almost nothing. No real food in the past twenty-four hours. Only tiny, mocking sips of water from a dirty cup that did absolutely nothing to ease the dryness in my mouth or the pounding headache behind my eyes.Lita, my wolf, was completely quiet now. I bet everything that her silence had to do with the glowing orb sitting on the table across from me. Whatever that strange, humming thing was, I knew Lita hated it. She hated it so much she grew silent from fear, leaving me to face this nightmare c

VALENTINAEverything was falling apart around Agatha, and I could see the exact moment she realized there was no coming back from this. Her usually composed face no longer looked composed anymore. The cold, untouchable genius was completely gone, replaced by something fractured and dangerous.She turned toward me slowly, her eyes manic, wild, and desperate in a way that sent a fresh chill of dread down my spine. It was the kind of look that said she had nothing left to lose. And when a psychopath has nothing left to lose, they become a monster. I knew exactly what she wanted to do.She was going to kill me. She wanted to use my death as one final, spiteful ‘fuck you’ to Horace, to Matteo, to Harold, and to everyone else who had dared to stand against her. If she couldn't have her empire, she would ensure they walked into a room filled with my blood. I tried to pull against my restraints, but I was too weak to stop her. I was helpless. My body felt like a heavy lead no matter how h

VALENTINA The first few days after the incident dragged by in a haze of forced normalcy. From Horace’s perspective, it probably looked like peace. He had turned into a ghost. Always slipping through the penthouse and appearing again only for necessary personal work, then vanishing before anyone could pin him down. I refused to chase him. I had enough self respect not to become one of those women who begged for attention from a man who clearly didn’t want to give it. Or even deserve it. I could've died, and he still wouldn't have cared. All he saw was Deja. All he cared about was Deja. He would have let me be killed if Harold hadn't cleared the air about who really murdered her. Horace only loves Deja. I felt so much pain and anger. I wanted to storm into whatever room he's in and demand the apology I clearly deserve. He hadn't even had a meal with me since I got back. Did he not want me back? I threw myself into planning the routines for his next game. At least that wou