Ruby's heart pounded so loudly that she feared even the walls could hear it. Camila moved ahead of her, the gun in her hand steady, her eyes sharp and unwavering. They slipped through the dimly lit hallways, every step measured and deliberate. Shadows moved along the walls as Hector’s men continued their search, their voices low and threatening. The house was a labyrinth, each corridor a trap. Ruby's hands shook as she clung to Camila’s shirt, her mind a chaotic swirl of prayers and fears. She could barely breathe, every gasp stifled as they ducked behind furniture, pressed against cold walls, and edged past open doorways. Her fear for Camila grew with every step. She knew Hector—his cruelty, his ruthlessness. If he caught them, he would make sure Camila paid for this intrusion. Ruby had seen the blood on his hand earlier, the evidence that Camila had wounded him. The realization that her friend had actually shot Hector filled her with equal parts hope and terror. There were so
Camila panted for breath as she sprinted through the corridors of Hector Morales' sprawling compound. The gun in her hand felt like an extension of her arm... heavy, cold, and ready. Shadows danced along the stone walls, and every corner held the promise of danger. She needed to buy enough time for her friend to escape, no matter the cost. Her mind raced with the image of Ruby, the terrified girl she had found in that filthy room. The wide, haunted eyes of her best friend had spoken volumes, and Camila knew she couldn’t leave without her. She had told Ruby to run, giving her directions to the gate. In a desperate bid for help, Camila managed to pull out her phone while still running. She dialed Antonio’s number, praying he would answer quickly. As soon as she heard his voice, she blurted out, “Listen, Antonio, I've found my best friend, Ruby. I'm at Hector's place. The information you gave me checked out. Antonio, you need to send backup as soon as possible.” “Where did you say
As Monroe hurried out of the room, Tara went into the bathroom and wet her hair. Meanwhile, Ruby remained in the same spot, listening to the shower rushing. Ruby’s mind whirred, each thought sharp and urgent. Tara’s plan had unfolded like a slow, venomous whisper. Betrayal, murder, and fire—each word etched a clearer picture of the danger she was in. She couldn’t let herself become a casualty of someone else’s scheme. Even if Hector deserved every bit of the hell coming his way, why did she have to die with him? Why did Camila have to pay the price too? Earlier, Hector had taunted her, dangling a cruel promise that she would die alongside Gray. She couldn’t let that be her fate. The only way out was to run. Ruby’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the bed frame. She had to move. After a while, the door creaked open, and Tara bolted out of the room, her wet hair plastered against her cheeks, playing the part of the oblivious sister. Ruby waited, every second stre
Ruby clung to Camila, her tears wetting the shoulder of her friend's dirt-streaked top. Her sobs echoed through the dimly lit room, a harsh contrast to the silence of the room. The only response came from Hector, his slow, deliberate clapping breaking through the grief-stricken embrace. “Wow, such a touching display of love, loyalty, and friendship,” Hector said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. His lips curled into a smirk, a predator savoring the distress of his prey. He turned to his men, all of whom stood at attention with expressions as blank as a fresh grave. “Aren't you guys impressed?” They nodded in unison, puppets on Hector’s strings. Their eyes remained cold, devoid of the humanity that Ruby had always believed resided in every person. But these weren’t men; they were shadows—extensions of Hector’s cruelty. Ruby’s wide eyes darted from face to face, searching for a glimmer of sympathy, but found none. Her gaze landed on Tara and Monroe, standing off to the s
“Please, please,” Ruby kept on crying, her voice desperate. “Please, I’m begging you. She just wanted to save me because we are like sisters. Please, do not hurt her.” Camila, still kneeling across the room, became silent. Her head hung low, a few strands of hair obscuring her face. The men surrounding her stood still, their eyes shifting between Ruby and Hector as if watching a game unfold. Hector allowed Ruby's pleas to fill the room. His fingers drummed lazily against his pants, a counterpoint to Ruby’s frantic sobs. He raised a hand, and the men holding Camila at the door nodded, their grips loosening just enough to keep her upright but not free. “Hold on,” Hector said, his voice a cold whisper that silenced the room. He studied Ruby, his head tilted as if she were an insect pinned under glass. “Are you truly ready to be my dog?” “Yes,” Ruby choked out. “I swear. I’ll do anything. Anything you want.” Hector straightened, his lips pulling into a slow, serpentine smile. “I
After chopping off Don Gray’s hand from his wrist, Ruby staggered backward, the weight of the axe slipping from her trembling hands. The metallic clang of the blade against the concrete floor echoed in the room. Blood splattered her face, neck, and hands, its warmth turning cold against her skin. Her stomach churned, and she felt a wave of nausea rising, but she swallowed it down, focusing on the only thing that mattered—Camila. Her body shivered uncontrollably as she moved toward her friend. Each step felt heavier, as if the blood on her skin had turned to chains, binding her to the horror she had just committed. Camila, who knew all too well how much Ruby despised the sight of blood, immediately rose from where she had been kneeling. “Ruby...” Camila whispered, her voice filled with concern. She hurried forward, steadying Ruby with gentle hands. Without hesitation, she turned Ruby around and tore off a strip of her T-shirt. The fabric ripped cleanly, and Camila began wiping the
Camila drew in a shaky breath, the gravity of what she was about to say pressing down on her. She glanced at Ruby, whose eyes were red and swollen, her body exhausted from the earlier ordeal. But before Camila could speak, the door swung open, and Hector walked in, his presence filling the room with an oppressive weight. He moved with a quiet menace, his sharp eyes sweeping over them before he returned to his collection of sharp tools. His fingers traced the blades, his expression unreadable. He paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he realized all his tools were still in place. He had expected Camila to make a move, to snatch a knife and lunge at him. His men had been stationed just outside, ready to storm in and subdue her. Yet, nothing had happened. Camila had remained still, patient, and obedient. He couldn't understand why. He straightened, his fingers brushing against the leather strap of his tool belt. “You surprise me, Camila. I thought for sure you’d try so
Ruby sat still on the bed, her eyes fixed on Hector as he rested in the chair beside her. Though his eyes were closed, she knew he wasn’t fully asleep. She could sense his awareness, the subtle tension in his posture that betrayed his readiness to react. It was better she started working on her plan, rather than dwelling on her grief. No matter what, she was going to gain Hector's trust. That would be her first step. She rose from the bed, her movements slow and unsteady, determined to keep up the facade she had settled on. She walked toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. She pushed open the door, letting it close gently behind her. The moment she disappeared from view, Hector’s eyes opened. His dark gaze remained fixed on the closed door, his body still but alert. He had noticed when she woke, had seen the silent tears that slipped down her face. His mind replayed the earlier events...the chaos, the bloodshed, the look on Ruby’s face as she swung
Sungirl dropped to her knees beside Maya, her hands trembling as she patted Maya’s back, trying to calm her. Maya was gasping, her chest rising in shallow jerks, her lips parted in a soundless cry. “She’s fine,” Lady Bee said at last, her tone clipped but with a touch of alarm as she noticed Maya’s color drain fast. “Look at the damn screen.” Sungirl gently tilted Maya’s face upward. “Look. Please. Look at the TV.” Maya blinked through a haze of tears, lifting her eyes to the screen. The footage had changed. Now, Star sat safely on a plush bed, flipping through a textbook, her legs swinging idly. No blood. No bindings. No axe. The same room Maya had seen before. Star even reached for her inhaler at one point and smiled faintly at something the woman beside her said. It was like the horror never happened. Except Maya couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. “What you saw earlier,” Lady Bee said smoothly, stepping forward, “was a simulation. A warning. Not real. But it could be.
Sungirl’s crimson lips curled into a smile, but didn’t quite reach her eyes. She let out a soft, bitter laugh and leaned against the vanity, her arms folding across her lace-covered breasts. “I used to say the same thing, you know,” she said quietly. “That I’d never wear it. That I’d never let anyone touch me. But here I am.” Her voice cracked, and for the first time, Maya saw a flicker of something raw behind the glamour—sadness, perhaps. Or defeat. “I wanted to leave too,” Sungirl whispered, brushing invisible dust from her thigh. “But I can’t. None of us can. And if you try to fight this place, Maya, you’ll regret it in ways you can’t imagine.” Maya picked up her towel and covered her body with it. She took a step back slightly, clutching the edge of the towel around her chest. “I can’t do this. I don’t even understand what this is. Just tell me.... what exactly do you expect me to do? What is this job?” Sungirl wiped beneath her eyes, but her smile returned.... tighter t
Maya’s thoughts swirled with unease as she followed the woman’s brisk strides down yet another unfamiliar hallway. They had promised her work. That was the word they used—simple, clinical, and vague. But now, as they twisted through corridors she hadn’t seen before, her gut twisted too. She felt like a pawn being moved across a board she couldn’t see. They passed rooms with white doors, then dark ones, until eventually they entered a corridor lined with deep, blood-red doors. The air changed here.... heavier, almost humid, scented with thick perfume and something else underneath. Something stale. Maya slowed, her feet growing hesitant as they approached one of the crimson doors. She tried to memorize the turns they’d taken to get here, but it was already a blur—hallway after hallway, corner after corner, until she couldn’t tell left from right anymore. Panic itched beneath her skin. "Excuse me," Maya said, forcing her voice to stay steady. "What kind of job is this? Who is Carlos
THREE MONTHS AGO Maya Suarez sat cross-legged on the carpet, helping her 12-year-old sister, Star, with her homework. Laughter bubbled between them as they joked over math problems in Star’s brightly colored room. For a brief moment, everything felt normal and safe. Then came a knock on the door. “Maya,” her stepmother’s shrill voice called. “Come out here. Now.” Maya stood up, exchanged a glance with Star, and stepped outside. Her heart sank the moment she saw him. Standing beside her stepmother was a man nearly twice her age—big-bellied, sweat-stained, and grinning beneath a thick mess of unkempt gray beard. His eyes were beady, too close together, and he looked her up and down with undisguised hunger. “What is this?” Maya asked flatly. “Cat?” Cat, her stepmother, beamed. “Maya, you remember I told you about the handsome man you’re going to marry? This is Angel. He came to see his bride. We’re going to start planning the wedding.” Maya recoiled. “What marriage? Liste
After Ruby accepted Hector’s proposal, he stood up, taking her with him, and crashed his lips against hers, pouring every ounce of love, pride, and joy into that kiss. Around them, the room erupted in claps and cheers. Carlos whistled, Hunter grinned and clapped with both hands, while even Manuel gave a crooked smile and joined in. And to Ruby’s surprise, Anya clapped the loudest. The moment Hector pulled back from the kiss, Anya squealed in delight and rushed toward Ruby. “I’m so excited! Welcome to the family!” she said, throwing her arms around Ruby. Ruby blinked, caught off guard. She’d seen Anya earlier, tucked slightly behind Hunter, but now seeing her up close, she was stunned by how young she looked. She smiled as she gently pulled back and glanced at the ring on Anya’s finger. “Wait… you’re married?” Ruby asked with a surprised laugh. “But you look so young!” Anya giggled. “I am! Nineteen years old and married to Hunter Steele.” She said it with pride, like a girl
Ruby couldn’t stop smiling as she held Hector’s hand, their fingers intertwined like they’d been molded that way from the start. The past one month had felt like a fairytale—a soothing balm to every scar life had left on her. She had never known peace could feel like this. Being with Hector was like waking up to sunlight after years of cold storms. He treated her like the most precious gem in the world, never raising his voice, never letting her lift a finger when he was around. He always knew exactly what she needed—even before she said it. He was soft with her in ways no one else had ever been. The man the world feared—the cold, ruthless mafia boss known for his brutality—became someone entirely different when he was with her. He was gentle, warm and patient. Even Camilla, who had once pointed a gun at Hector’s head, eventually had to admit that Hector brought out the best in Ruby—and perhaps, Ruby brought out the best in him too. Her father had adjusted well to the ne
Ruby clung to Hector’s chest, holding him tightly as sleep slowly overtook her. With her arms wrapped around him and his steady heartbeat beneath her ear, she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, the morning sun had already begun streaming through the curtains. She blinked a few times and reached across the bed—only to find it empty. She sat up immediately, heart racing. “Hector?” she called out, glancing around the room. “Hector?” Her voice wavered. Was it all a dream? Her hand flew to her lips—the place he had kissed her the night before. The warmth of his touch, the passion, the softness of his voice... it had all felt so real. Her eyes welled up with tears. “No,” she whispered, “It felt too real to be a dream.” Just then, the bathroom door opened. Hector stepped out with a towel slung around his waist, his hair damp and messy from a shower, water glistening across his chest. His skin was golden under the light, his sharp jawline
When Camila arrived home, the last thing she expected to see was Antonio leaning casually against her front door, arms crossed and a soft smile playing on his lips. For a moment, her heart softened at the sight of him—tall, and familiar. She walked up to him with a smile of her own and pulled him into a warm, slow kiss. He leaned into it, surprised but pleased. When they parted, he raised an eyebrow. "Okay," he said. "What was that for? You’re unusually sweet today. Should I be worried?" Camila chuckled as she fished out her keys. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe I’m just catching some of Ruby’s happiness. It’s contagious, I guess.” Antonio followed her inside, closing the door behind them. “Hmm. Ruby… happy,” he repeated with a dry laugh. “That’s good. Really good. But sometimes I wonder if you two came out of the same womb, with how strongly you feel about her.” Camila snorted as she dropped her bag by the couch. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said, walking into the kitche
Seeing Camila standing there with a gun pointed straight at Hector, Ruby instinctively stepped in front of him. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp and protective. Without hesitation, she moved forward and snatched the gun from Camila, tossing it across the room. Camila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I should be the one asking you that! Why is this monster in your room?” Hector smirked from behind Ruby. “Camila,” he said calmly, “you know, I never got the chance to say I admire your loyalty. It’s… impressive.” Camila glared at him, then turned to Ruby. “What the hell is going on here? Are you seriously sitting with a ghost?” Hector, unbothered, sat down and crossed his legs, silently watching the drama unfold. Ruby took a breath. “I’ll explain everything. Hector survived, Camila. He’s been alive… and he’s been protecting me. He’s not here to hurt me. He saved me.” “I still don’t get it.” “The bottom line is…” Ruby hesitated, then looked straight at Camila.