All Chapters of Sixty Shades Of Ice: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Nathaniel Restlessly I typed on my phone… ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Please tell me you’re okay?’ ‘I’m sorry, it was never my intention to hurt you….’ And finally three dots appeared, indicating the person was typing back. A sense of relief washed through me when the message finally popped up. ‘You fucking lied… about everything,’ ‘And I saw the news, how could you? I trusted you.’ My heart squeezed, and the feeling of relief instantly evaporated. Shakily, my fingers moved. ‘I did it for you, for us.’ Another reply came through. ‘And at what cost? You did it for yourself, Nathaniel, so don’t you dare justify your actions.’ The hard lump in my throat felt too difficult to swallow. ‘I’m sorry, Ethan… but you and mom are all I have left, and it was the only means for me to get money.’ Blankly, I stared at the screen, waiting for him to reply. He never did. And it caused another heave of despair to settle in my chest. Weakly, I threw my head against the wall as I tightly gripped my

Nathaniel The loud chattering of the crowded airport blurred into a deafening hum all around me.I sat near the boarding gate, staring blankly at the floor. My hands shook slightly as I tightly gripped the boarding pass in my lap.Flight to Bridgeford. Leaving in less than thirty minutes.Everything was going exactly according to plan, but my stomach was violently twisting into tight knots.A sudden wave of intense guilt hit me, making me swallow hard.Sophie.I closed my eyes, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my lips. The memory of her desperate kiss from last night made me feel completely sick to my stomach. I shouldn't have let her do it. I was in a completely messed-up state, drowning in my own head, and I had just stood there like a coward while she tried to erase my sins with her mouth.It felt entirely wrong. Because even with the betrayal, even with the contract... my lips still only remembered the warmth of someone else.“I promise, Niko. I will never leave you.”I

NikolaiI think I must have died.Which would have been way better.Every single breath felt like absolute torture, like my lungs were filling up with broken glass.My left shoulder was a completely mangled mess, the raw, burning pain from that white-hot iron rod still searing deep into my bones. I was slumped sideways against the freezing concrete floor, barely able to open my one good eye.A thick puddle of my own blood was cooling right under my cheek, sticky and disgusting.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t even fucking think straight anymore.Clack. Clack. Clack.The heavy sound of the basement door echoed through the darkness, cutting through the ringing in my ears.Slow, steady footsteps started coming down the stairs.I didn’t even bother to lift my head. Let my piece-of-shit father come back and finish me off. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck anymore.“Look at you. Pathetic.”The voice didn’t belong to my father.Slowly, with a brutal amount of effort, I forced my swollen eyelid open

NikolaiIt wasn’t a dream.He was real.My baby was actually real and he was in my arms.Right now, I didn’t dare think of the logic, or the consequences, or how it was even possible for him to be here currently.Feeling his long fingers weave through my hair brought such a nice satisfaction to my chest that it almost eased every single physical pain.Curling up on the cold floor, I snuggled up against his body, feeling his powerful heartbeat as his warmth spread through my body.And I just couldn’t stop.Pulling him even closer, burying my head further into his chest.Silence swallowed us whole, except for our ragged breathing.“Nikolai…..” my baby called softly, making me hum.His hand brushing against my hair didn’t stop.“You’re not going to ask me anything?”I shook my head. “No.”And his sharp exhale resonated.“Really?”Shifting slightly, I pulled my head upward, and our gazes locked with intensity and also something hollow, which I refused to name.Even through the dark, hazy

Nikolai The heavy metal door slammed shut with a deafening, echoing boom. The sharp click of the lock turning signaled that my father had finally left, taking his guards and his suffocating presence with him. The basement plunged right back into a suffocating, freezing darkness. The manic smile that had been plastered on my face instantly vanished, leaving my features completely cold and empty. The act was over. I slowly let go of his neck, letting Nathaniel slump hard against the iron pipe. He gasped for air, coughing violently as he clutched his bruised throat, his whole body shaking like a leaf. I didn’t offer a hand. I didn’t feel a single drop of pity. Dropping back down to my knees right in front of him, I roughly grabbed his face, my bloody fingers digging deep into his jawline, forcing him to look straight at me. “Look at me, Nathaniel,” I whispered, my voice sounding totally dead, devoid of any of the warmth he used to play with. His glasses were still gone, his beaut