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When Chloe opened the door, she felt really exhausted, wanting nothing oder than a warm bath and some rest. To her shocb, she found herself face to face with a heavily made up face on the sofa. The sight stunned her so much that she nearly dropped her bag. It was the first time she's seeing her after the incident of that day. Just the sight of that face made Ruth to recall the image of them entwined together,and instinctively, she wanted to avoid it. Chloe was quicker, grabbing her hand. “Ruth! Stop!” Ruth stared blankly at the face in front of her. “Let go!” she didn't want to get entangled with her. She didn't hate her, she only hated herself for believing a man's sweet lies. Ruth's felt none of the heartache she expected. Chloe, red with anger, shouted, “Ruth, you heartless monster! I slept with your man! I was FUCKED by ur man!. Are u blind or ur just stupid and deaf?” How could she not feel pain? She had slept with her her man just to make her feel or suffer… ToTo suffer so much that she couldn't breathe, so much that she would scream to the heavens, so much that she would wish for death. Only then would Chloe feel satisfied. But things didn't go as Chloe had plan, and her frustration gnawed at her, like a thousand cats clawing at her heart. “u've always wanted him , so he yours from now,”Ruth said calmly, her face expression numb as if the matter had nothing to do with her. “Ruth, I hate you! I hate you!”,Chloe broke down, sobbing. “You heartless monster, you're the reason mother died and ruined our family….” How could this cold and unfeeling woman be her sister.? Chloe’s tear streamed down her face. Mom had always favored her so much when she was alive! But how could she not shed a single tears after causing her death? Chole hated her! The boys at school worshipped her sister like a goddess. Men who once fawned over Chloe would abandon her with out a second glance after seeing Ruth. She hated that! Chole has always had eyes for Liam since the first day she set her eyes on him, but like the others, he too, after seeing Ruth, no longer spared Chloe a glance. And Ruth proud and indifferent, disdained, any who approached her. Yet these men would still grovel, eager to please her! She hated that! She hated how Ruth had stolen all the attention, the love, the glory and the man. She hated how Ruth had killed their mother, and made their father a widower, and brought their once carefree family to ruin overnight. They had to sell their house and move into the slum, and now Chloe was forced to work and endure the scorn of others to survive. And throughout all this, her sister remain cold, seemingly unaffected. She carried on with her serene, noble facade. Chloe hated it! She hated how Ruth could feel nothing while Chloe suffered so much! She refused to believe that Ruth had no heart, that she couldn't feel pain! So,she would tear off Ruth ’s false mask of nobility, she wanted to see Ruth's blood from the pain! How could Ruth remain so calm after witnessing her man in bed with her sister on Valentine’s Day? “Ruth, you're not human…. You're a devil, nothing but just a heartless witch!”. Chloe shove Ruth hard and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Watching the door shake, Ruth's lips curved into a faint smile as she walked into the bathroom and submerged herself in the water. She wasn't human. She was heartless. She was a devil. Maybe that was true. She new Chloe hated her. No! Not just Chloe.. Her father and brother did too. Their mother, a nice professor at a university. On that fatal night, Ruth was struck with fever, feeling so sick that she cried out, “mommy, I'm in so much pain…. I dying…”Her words had terrified her, knowing that their father had traveled. The mom rushed out into the rain to fetch a doctor. Only to be struck down by a moving car…. Since then their world had collapsed. Their father lost the wife who had honor and loved him, and the three siblings lost the Mother who had loved them the most. In a single night, their once happy family had fallen from the heights of happiness to the depths of despair. Their father became a shadow of himself and also withdrawn from Ruth, his gaze toward her filled with sorrow. Her siblings grew up to despise her. How did it come to this? How could she kill the woman who had loved her the most? If only she hadn't been so willful, If only she had endured the pain a little longer, would her mother still be alive?The car was too quiet.Not peaceful but controlled.Ruth noticed it the moment the door shut behind her. The kind of silence money bought. Soundproofed. Engine tuned low. Glass thick enough to shut the world out.She sat stiffly in the back seat, arms folded tight across her chest, gaze fixed on the window. The city slid past in muted lights and blurred shapes, like she was watching life through a screen she could no longer touch.Leonard sat opposite her.Not beside her.Opposite.!!! A choice.His posture was composed, spine straight, hands resting loosely on his thighs. If she hadn’t known him, she might have mistaken it for calm. She knew better. This was restraint. The kind that cracked concrete if pushed too far.Neither of them spoke.Good. Her body had started to betray her now that the danger had passed. A tremor in her hands. A dull, spreading ache deep in her stomach that pulsed every time the car slowed or turned.She ignored it.She refused to give him another reason to
Leonard didn’t slow down.The city bled past the windows in streaks of white and red, but his focus stayed sharp, coiled tight around one thing Ruth. Alive or not. Breathing or not. Everything else was noise.The call replayed in his head again and again.She’s resilient.A taunt. A promise. A warning.He’d let too many people believe they could touch what was his.Never again.“East side,” Leonard said, voice low. “Warehouse corridor. Pull up three blocks out.”The driver obeyed without question.Leonard adjusted his cufflinks, fingers steady despite the storm ripping through his chest. Anger sat beneath his calm like a loaded weapon. Someone had taken her because of him. Used her as bait because they knew exactly where to strike.That truth burned worse than fear.They stepped out into the cold night. The warehouse loomed ahead, hollow and dark, its windows blind, its silence wrong. Too clean. Too controlled.Leonard lifted a hand. His men spread out, shadows dissolving into corn
Ruth woke to the sound of metal. Not loud. Not crashing. Just a soft, deliberate click the kind that didn’t belong to a house settling or pipes adjusting. The kind that knew exactly what it was doing. Her eyes snapped open.For a moment, nothing made sense. The ceiling above her was wrong. Too low. Too bare. No familiar cracks. No faint water stain shaped like a bird she used to trace with her eyes while lying on her couch. This ceiling was smooth, pale, and utterly unfamiliar. Her breath hitched. Memory came back like a blow the silence, the missing test, the slow, sick realization that her life had been folded neatly into someone else’s plan and tucked away. She didn’t move.She lay still on the cold floor, cheek pressed to tile, muscles screaming, every nerve pulled tight as wire. Her fingers curled slightly, nails scraping grit she didn’t remember being there. The sound came again. A door, Not opening, Locking. Her heart slammed hard against her ribs. They’re here
Ruth pressed her back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest, hands trembling as they hovered over her stomach. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that waited, that listened, that remembered. Every faint tick of the clock, every hum of the refrigerator, even the distant rumble of the street sounded like a warning.She hadn’t realized how long she’d been sitting there, rocking slightly, her forehead pressed to her knees. Her fingers traced patterns on the floor, searching for control in the grooves of the tiles. But control was gone,Someone had been here. Gone through her things. Taken what she had refused to even acknowledge.Her pulse spiked,her stomach twisted, Her chest burned.The test.Gone.Her throat ached. She wanted to scream, to shatter the apartment with her voice, but no sound came. She pressed her hands over her mouth instead, teeth biting down on her own fingers until the pain made her focus.“They’re using you. They’re using you to get to hi
Ruth woke up choking on air.The scream tore out of her before she understood where she was, ripped from her chest like something feral and terrified. Her body jerked upright, lungs burning, heart slamming so violently it made her dizzy. The sound echoed once too clean, too contained before vanishing into silence.Not her room.The realization hit instantly, cold and sharp.Her eyes flew open fully.White walls. Too white. No cracks. No framed art. No shadows where things had once been. Just smooth, uninterrupted surfaces and a ceiling light recessed perfectly into place, glowing softly like it had been designed never to flicker.She sucked in another breath. And another.The bed beneath her was unfamiliar—firm, expensive, tucked with hospital precision. The sheets smelled faintly of detergent and something antiseptic underneath. Not home. Not even close.Her hands moved on instinct, patting her arms, her sides, her stomach.Clothes. Different clothes.A thin cotton sleep shirt clung
The world came back in fragments.Sound first, the low hum of voices, the scrape of a chair leg, the hiss of an espresso machine somewhere too close. Then light, filtered and wrong, pressing against Ruth’s eyelids like she’d been underwater too long.She opened her eyes.The café ceiling stared back at her, blurred at the edges. Leonard’s arm was around her shoulders, solid and warm, his hand firm against her upper back as if he were anchoring her to the chair she hadn’t remembered sitting in.Her stomach lurched.She pulled away sharply.“I’m fine,” she said, though the word tasted false.Leonard didn’t argue. That, more than anything, made her chest tighten. He simply watched her too carefully like someone cataloging symptoms instead of listening to words.Across the table, Chloe was already standing.She looked pleased.Not openly. Chloe was too polished for that. But there was a lightness to her posture now, a subtle ease that hadn’t been there when she’d walked in. As if something







