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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One: Fire at the Door
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2025-11-15 17:25:20
Jhumie_writesThe storm has arrived. Killian and Ivy have crossed the threshold, and every step forward has taken them deeper into Robert’s web. The bullets, the shadows, the tension, you felt it, didn’t you? Every heartbeat counts tonight. Every decision is life or death. Hold tight. The pieces are moving, the trap is snapping shut, and the next chapter will pull you further into the fire.
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His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One: Fire at the Door
The first bullet sliced past my ear before my foot even touched the mud.I reacted instantly, grabbing Ivy by the waist and pulling her behind the SUV.“Positions!” I barked.My men moved like shadows, fast, silent, efficient.Gunfire cracked through the night, breaking the thick, wet air into sharp pieces of chaos. Sparks erupted off metal. The smell of damp earth mixed with gunpowder.“Second floor…left window!” Dante shouted from behind the rear vehicle.I peeked around the bumper.Two muzzle flashes.One guard silhouetted.Another shifting behind a rusted beam.I lifted my gun, exhaled once, and fired.One down.The second ducked.More shots came from the east side of the warehouse.“They were waiting for us,” Ivy murmured.Her voice was steady, too steady for someone who should have been terrified.“I told you this was a trap,” she added quietly.I didn’t look at her. If I did, the thought of losing her might crack something dangerous inside me.Instead, I slid another clip into
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Sixty: Into the Lion’s Jaw
The road felt longer than it should have.Maybe because Ivy was beside me.Maybe because I could hear every beat of her heart even though she sat perfectly still.Maybe because I knew, deep in the place men don’t admit they feel, that tonight would change something between us forever.Rain hammered the roof of the SUV, drumming in uneven rhythms, turning the night outside into a restless blur of shadows. The men in the back seats were silent. Too silent. No idle whispers. No shifting gear. No clearing of throats.They felt it too.War was in the air.Ivy sat with her arms folded, eyes fixed ahead. Her hair was pulled back, her expression steady, unreadable.Not calm.Not afraid.Somewhere in between, a quiet acceptance that came from surviving too much. A woman walking into fire with her chin lifted.“You should have stayed behind,” I said, voice low.Her gaze flicked to me, sharp, unwavering, unbothered.“Killian. Don’t start.”I almost smiled at the finality in her tone.There was n
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine: A Son Not Chosen
The hallway outside Victor’s wing smelled of liquor before Robert even reached the door.Not surprising. Not disappointing.Simply expected.He did not knock. He opened the door and stepped inside.The room was dim, curtains drawn, clothes on the floor, the faint blue glow of a TV screen left running without sound. Victor sat slouched on the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around a half empty bottle of whiskey, his hair a mess, eyes glassy and unfocused.The image would have bothered most fathers.Robert was not most fathers.He closed the door behind him. “Stand up.”Victor blinked slowly. Confusion, then something like irritation crossed his face. “Dad?”“Stand,” Robert repeated.Victor tried. He got halfway to his feet before his balance wavered and he sat back down, bottle clinking against the floor. He laughed once, humorless. “I’m fine.”“You’re intoxicated,” Robert said. Not an insult, just a fact. “And we do not have time for you to sober up.”Victor rubbed both hands over hi
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight: Standing side by side
The storm had only grown heavier, the wind pushing against the windows as though the world itself was warning him to stop. Return. Rethink.He didn’t.Killian stepped through the door of the safe house, the air inside warm in contrast to the cold rain that clung to him like a second skin. The lights were dim, quiet, the place too still. Too watchful.Ivy sat on the couch, waiting.Not pacing.Not anxious.Just waiting, like someone who had already made a decision.She looked up at him, eyes calm in a way that unsettled him more than fear ever could.“You came back early,” she said softly.Killian nodded once. He didn’t speak yet. He was still carrying the adrenaline of the call, the confirmation, the reality that the next hours would either save a man or end everything.He closed the door. Locked it.Then spoke.“I came to move you,” he said. “We’re switching locations. You’re not staying here.”Ivy didn’t flinch. “Where?”“Another house. More secure,” he replied. “Away from this. Away
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven: So Be It.
The safe house was quiet in a way that didn’t feel peaceful.Not empty. Not abandoned.Just quiet in the way a heart becomes quiet after too much has happened and too much is still waiting to happen.Ivy stood where Killian had left her, her hand still resting on the doorframe even though he was long gone. It had been only minutes, but it felt longer. The echo of his departure clung to the air like smoke, warm, heavy, something that stayed in the lungs even after the source was gone.His voice still played in her head. "I’ll be back." A promise, said softly against her lips.She had nodded. She had held his face in her hands. She had looked him in the eyes like she believed him.But deep in her chest, beneath bone and memory, she knew something else:He was walking into something larger than both of them.Not fate.Not destiny.History.And history is never gentle.She crossed the living room slowly, as though the air itself was thick. Rain tapped against the windows at first like fin
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Sixty: The Bait and the Blade
The night pressed in like smoke, heavy, suffocating, and too still for comfort. Killian sat alone in the dim study, the low hum of the city outside swallowed by the storm that was breaking somewhere beyond the glass. His phone screen still glowed faintly with the call from his mother.Her voice lingered in his head. “Be careful, Killian… please.”He’d promised her he would be.But he knew promises like that didn’t belong in his world.Killian’s hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles turned white. He replayed every word Elena had said, every tremor in her voice, every pause that sounded more like fear than uncertainty.The location she mentioned.The file she “accidentally” found.A remote property, off the coast, long abandoned, supposedly under restoration by one of Robert’s companies.He could feel it in his gut.This was it.He rose from his seat and crossed to the side table, unlocking the small drawer beneath it. Inside lay the secure satellite phone, one that couldn’t
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