Todos os capítulos de My Husband sold me to the ICE KINGS: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Evaria One hour later, the car pulls into a private underground garage. The penthouse looks almost as expensive as Ryker’s mansion. Same cold, scary money. Different address. I don’t know why I’m surprised. People like this don’t do normal. When the elevator opens directly into a massive living room, a good-looking guy in a suit hurries over to meet us. He looks like he serves the exact same job as Dew—Ryker's personal assistant who handles all the dirty shit. “R-Ryker…” the guy stammers, his face laced with shock. “What are you—?” “Ray,” Ryker cuts him off, his tone flat. “Where’s Dominic?” “He’s inside,” Ray stutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fighting.” Before Ryker can say anything, a man in a white lab coat walks out of a hallway, clutching a clipboard. The man looks exhausted, sweat dripping down his temples. “I can’t do this anymore,” the doctor says, shaking his head. “I’ve been practicing medicine for thirty years, Ray, and I’ve never seen anything like this. His

DominicI kicked open the doors to my master bedroom and walked straight toward the walk-in closet.Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed the ties of the flimsy hospital gown, ripped it open, and let the white cloth drop straight to the floor.Angela walked in right behind me, her mouth already opening to speak, but the second her eyes registered my nakedness, she gasped and whipped her entire body around toward the wall.“The fuck!—” she choked out, her hands coming up to cover her face.I smirked, reaching into a low drawer and pulling out a pair of thick, dark grey sweatpants. “What’s the matter, witch? Never seen a naked man before? Or just never seen one built this well?”“Put some clothes on,” Angela whispered as she stared rigidly at the wall.I pulled the sweatpants up over my hips, taking my time tying the drawstrings. “Why? Does it distract you? Or does it mess up whatever important little speech you prepared in your head?”Ryker stepped into the doorway.“Cover your

Dominic.“If we can’t break this bond before the next full moon,” Angela's words echoed again and again inside my head.“The spell locks forever. And if it locks... neither of you will be able to survive more than ten feet away from her or each other—ever again.”Silence stretched across the bedroom.Ten feet. Ten feet.That means… I couldn't even take a shit in peace without one of them in the room.I shifted on the mattress, resting my elbow on my knee and leaning forward, my eyes locking onto Angela.My voice was calm. “So... as we speak right now... how many feet can we actually be from her before our lungs collapse?”Angela threw her hands up, exasperated. “I don't have any idea, Dominic! Magic like this isn't measured with a tape measure. You two are practically walking around with a live bomb, you've got to figure that out yourself.”I let out a low chuckle, leaning back against the pillows.“Then that’s easy,” I said. “There’s nothing for us to discuss here. All I need to do i

Evaria For a full long minute I didn't move. Blood spurted, painting white gravel and soaking… Behind Dominic, Angela gasped loudly, her heels crunching backward as she immediately turned her face away. The world went completely silent except for the frantic, wet gasps of the dying man clawing uselessly at the ground beneath Dominic’s boots. But Dominic… a smirk filled the corner of his lips as he flicked the blood off his blade onto a white silk handkerchief. My knees buckled. I fell back into the truck, my entire body shaking so hard that my teeth chattered. He killed him. He killed him right in front of me. He killed him and acted like… like he was stepping on a cockroach. Ryker didn't say a word. He didn't even blink at the corpse of the innocent man. Instead, he reached into the truck, and a massive hand clamped around my arm. He pulled me out, dragging my limp weight into the freezing air, and tossed me unceremoniously into the back seat of his SUV. I sat there, paral

EvariaI woke to a heavy, warmth pressed against the mattress. My eyes opened slowly, trying to adjust, but before I could gaze fully at the bright rays of sun filtering through the drapes, I saw it. A figure sat hunched over the edge of my bed. Dominic… His dark head was bowed, his eyes closed in what looked almost like prayer. He was holding my right wrist in his hand; my hand was so close to his nose, brushing the tip. His chest was rising and falling as he inhaled deeply against my skin, like there was some kind of fragrance he wanted to extract the last drop of. I didn't move. Not yet. And he didn't even know I was awake yet. As I watched my hand in his, a memory flashed behind my eyelids—that same hand, pale and elegant, flicking a silver hunting blade to slice a screaming man’s throat on the dark highway like he was cutting an orange. “Ahhhh!” Terror surged through my veins and instantly, I violently yanked my arm back with a sharp, ragged scream that tore through th