Novels by Ruby

Sarah’s POVA few days had passed since that evening.Ever since I've seen Adrian.The house didn’t feel as suffocating anymore.Ester made sure of that. She filled the rooms with warmth and soft sunlight, and she shared stories almost daily in addition to new flowers, plus the special love a best friend provides. She did not make a demand for feelings I was not ready to express, or put pressure on me to talk. She just stayed, so she offered her companionship then. She gently reminded me that I had got my back.But most of all, it was Alessandro.Alessandro, who never drowned me either. Alessandro quietly stitches all of the broken pieces of me back together again. He did this without asking for anything in return for it.He had laced his fingers with mine, also whispered, “Let’s go out,“ when I had curled into myself, terrified to step outside the door.Just for five minutes. I’ll be right here.”He didn’t force me. He didn’t drag me. He simply walked beside me.It started with a rel

Sarah’s POVIt had been a week since that night.A week since Adrian stormed into my world one last time.A week since fear seeped so deeply into my bones, it felt like part of me.But strangely, the past seven days had been… quiet.No phone calls.No cryptic letters.No footsteps outside my door that made my chest tighten in panic.Just silence.And in that silence, there was Alessandro.He never left, not for a minute.I hadn’t gone outside since that evening, yet this time, the walls didn’t seem like they were tightening around me. They didn’t seem like a trapThey felt warm.Soft.Like protection, not confinement.Because Alessandro made them feel that way.He was just… there.Helping me breathe when I forgot how. Making sure I ate, slept, and took one small step at a time.When I pushed the plate away or turned my face from the pillow, he didn’t press. He simply stayed, patient, quiet, waiting, like he had all the time in the world.And when the nightmares came, because they alw

Alessandro’s POVThe confession.The words.The filth.I played the recording back as I stood in the silence of my car, the engine humming low beneath me."She moaned beneath me… I couldn’t stop… I don’t regret it… she belongs to me… Gabriel is mine.”His voice. His depravity. His lack of remorse.I wasn’t just going to destroy Adrian privately. No.I was going to obliterate him publicly.I forwarded the recording to my lawyer.His instructions were clear: build the case, leak the right parts to the right people when I say, and ensure Adrian Rossi’s name rots before he even reaches the courtroom.Public disgrace.Professional exile.Legal damnation.But that would take time.And I wasn’t a patient man.I returned to the estate that night, my fury cold and sharpened now, no longer chaotic.I walked into the basement, Riccardo trailing behind me.“Bring the tools,” I said quietly.Riccardo paused. He knew. He simply nodded and left.Adrian, still chained, still bleeding, smirked when he

Alessandro’s POVDinner passed in quiet waves. I sat with Sarah and Ester, their voices low, carefully skimming around the night’s unspoken weight. Gabriel gushed joyfully between bites of mashed veggies, his purity undisturbed by the chaos unfolding around him.I made sure Sarah ate. I made sure she smiled, even if only for a heartbeat. I sat close enough that she could feel I wasn’t going anywhere.But my mind…It wasn’t at that table.Not really.I apologised and left after dinner, informing Sarah that I needed to complete some tasks. She nodded, a flash of concern passing through her gaze, yet she held back from inquiring furtherNot yet.I wasn’t heading to an office.I was going to the estate.The place where I kept him.The place no one but my men knew about.The place where Adrian Rossi had been rotting since the night I ripped him out of Sarah’s life.When I arrived, Riccardo greeted me with a nod.“No food, as instructed. He’s been asking for water.”“Give him just enough to

Alessandro’s POVI didn’t leave Sarah’s side until I was certain she was asleep, her breathing deep and steady, her body finally surrendering to rest. I stayed long enough to memorise the way peace slowly crept back into her face. It wasn’t full peace, not yet. But it was enough for now.I quietly exited the room, checked that Gabriel was still asleep in his crib, and grabbed my phone. My fingers moved confidently as I dialled.“Riccardo,” I said as soon as the call connected. “I need two men stationed full-time at Sarah’s building. Rotating shifts, 24/7. I want them visible, but I also want another man in plain clothes inside the building at all times. Discreet. Report directly to me.”“Yes, sir,” Riccardo replied instantly.“And send someone trustworthy as house staff. Sarah shouldn’t have to lift a finger right now. And Gabriel, he needs to be cared for when she’s resting.”“Consider it done.”I hung up. There was no room for mistakes. No delays.Adrian had crossed the last line.I

Sarah’s POVAlessandro didn’t speak much after that.He simply embraced me until my cries diminished, until the shaking in my hands became calm enough to control. Then, as if he realised I couldn’t support myself through the following steps, he softly stood and assisted me to my feet, his hands stabilising me as if I were delicate.“Come,” he murmured gently, his fingers delicate as he led me to the bathtub. He examined the water, it was warm but not boiling, the way I always liked. He eased me down into it like I was something sacred, something fragile, lowering me with care until the water cradled me.He rolled his sleeves up, never rushing, never making me feel hurried or observed. Just present.Just here.His hands glided through my hair gently, as if calming a scared creature, patiently separating the strands. He cascaded warm water over my head repeatedly, as if he could wash away the burden from me. His fingers brushed along my shoulders, my arms, my back, never hurried, never