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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Two: The Devil is waiting
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2025-11-18 16:16:09
Jhumie_writesThe storm has truly hit. Killian and Ivy have stepped into the lion’s den, and every corner, every shadow, is alive with danger. Bullets, shadows, and flashes of light have only hinted at the true trap Robert has laid.
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His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Two: Why She Went Back
The room was quiet, almost deceptively so.After the chaos of finding Ivy gone, after the screaming, the throwing, the panic that had left my chest aching for hours, a slow calm had finally settled. Not peace. Calm. A brittle, tense kind of calm that felt like waiting for the next explosion.I sat across from Killy, my father, and Uncle Mark at the large wooden table in the kitchen table. “I’ve thought about it,” I said quietly, running a hand through my hair. “She went back… willingly.”Killy’s eyes, dark and serious, met mine. “That means something, son. Something bigger than her fear. She doesn’t walk back into that man’s life unless there’s a reason we don’t yet know.”Mark nodded slowly. “Exactly. This isn’t a mistake. This isn’t hesitation. She made a choice.”I swallowed, the weight of it pressing against my chest. “She made the choice to protect me, I know that. But if she went back willingly… someone has leverage over her. Or she knows something we don’t.”Killy leaned back,
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-One: He’s Lost Control
The cab slowed near the estate gates, my hands gripping the door handle as if it could stop everything that awaited me. Every step toward the house felt heavier than the last. My chest constricted, every breath a sharp reminder of what I was doing.I am walking back into a storm.The gates opened automatically, and I was barely inside when the man from security approached. He didn’t even glance at me as he motioned me to follow him. Something was off. The usual hierarchy, the usual rules, they weren’t being applied.Then I saw him. Robert Wolfe, Victor’s father. His eyes narrowed as he studied me through the estate’s CCTV feed. He didn’t wait for Victor. He didn’t wait for protocol.“Take her to my office. Now,” he ordered. The security guard’s eyes widened but obeyed instantly.I froze. “Mr. Wolfe… I..."“Do not speak,” Robert snapped. “You’re safer in my office first, and you will not see him until I say so.”Fear twisted my stomach, but I had no choice. I followed silently, the ech
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Ninety: Back to the Beast
The city blurred past the taxi window, but I barely noticed. Lights streaked into long lines, cars honked, people shouted, but none of it reached me.I was somewhere else entirely.The road had never felt lonelier.Not with Killian’s warmth gone, not with his hands still lingering in my memory, not with the sound of his voice still echoing in my ears.I was going back. Back to Victor. Back to the engagement, back to the life I had rejected when I met Killian. But this… this was different. This wasn’t about obligation or tradition. This was survival.For him. For us.Victor’s name burned in my mind, and with it, all the things he could do if I did not return. He knew secrets. He knew Killian. And if I faltered, if I hesitated for even a second, everything would unravel.And I won't have killian go down or jailed because of me. Every mile in the cab felt heavier than the last. My hands clenched the seat, knuckles white. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to call Killian, to escape.
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine: Daddy Duties
I didn’t know where to start.My hands were shaking. My chest felt like it had been split in two. My voice had been caught somewhere between a roar and a sob for so long, I didn’t know if I could speak at all.And then I picked up the phone.It rang once. Twice. And my father answered.“Killian?” His voice was calm, measured, the kind of calm I could never hold onto in moments like this.“Dad…” I croaked, and it broke before it even left my throat.“Ivy… she… she left! She...she went to back to him! She...she left me!”The words tumbled out like a landslide.Sobs shaking me, tears blinding me.“I can’t… I can’t do this! I… I can’t—”“Whoa,” Killy said softly, holding me with his words before he even held me with his arms.“Breathe. Look at me, son. You’re safe. I’m coming. Mark’s coming too. Just… calm down.”I couldn’t. I couldn’t calm down.I fell to the floor, phone clutched in my hand, shaking, rocking back and forth like a child, the sobs choking me.“I’m scared, Dad!” I cried. “
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight: Gone
I woke to silence.Not quiet. Not the soft, familiar silence of a sleeping house. This was the kind of silence that presses in from every corner, that smothers the chest, that makes your heart stutter and skip in terror.The bed was empty.Ivy was gone.I sat up, eyes snapping around the room, mind scrambling. The warmth I’d felt all night, her body pressed against mine, was gone. The softness, the calm, the peace we’d found… vanished.And then I saw it.A note.Her handwriting. The loops and slants I knew so well.“I have to do this… to save you, to save us. I have to go back to Victor. You… you need to run. Leave the country. Stay alive. Don’t let my sacrifice be in vain.”The paper trembled in my hands, though I hadn’t touched it yet. The words slammed into me like a tidal wave.No warning.No fight.No goodbye.Just gone.I screamed.Not a normal scream. A primal, guttural roar that clawed out of me, tearing my throat, shaking the walls.I threw the pillow across the room. It hit
His To Ruin Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Stay with me
Two minutes.I replayed those words in my head again and again as I tied the robe around my waist. My hands were shaking, not with fear this time, but with something sharper, more desperate.I needed him close. Before our world cracked open again.I heard the quiet thud of footsteps outside the door.My heartbeat stuttered.Then the lock clicked.The door opened, and Killian stepped inside, carrying a bag of food and that soft, tired smile he only ever showed me.I didn’t let him take another step.I crossed the room in seconds, grabbed his shirt, lifted onto my toes, and kissed him hard, urgent, like the breath I’d been holding finally escaped.The bag dropped to the floor. His hand immediately came to my waist, gripping, pulling me against him like he’d been starving for me too. His mouth moved with mine, slow at first, then deeper, hotter, like he was remembering every version of us we used to be.I reached back and shut the door with a shaky hand, locking it without breaking the k
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