Todos os capítulos de Ruthless: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Celia    If I ever had a chance to get into people's minds, I'll get into Sasha's head, to find what she is thinking while looking blankly out of the window, stroking her kid's hair who was asleep in her laps. She is just like me. Or maybe I've become just like her in the past three years. We are reserved, we don't talk much. We will fill our heads with so much trash that one day I'm afraid it will burst out. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked at me and smiled. A fake one. I knew that with one look itself.       "A penny for your thoughts?"      "I was thinking about our future."      "Our future?"       She kissed her kid's forehead and laid him to her side. "Yeah. We need a house, a kind of house where we could fly when you or I feel sad or upset because of our future partners, the kind of place that exists just for us, a secure roof. Even when

CeliaI feel like I'm some psycho. I should cry. Shouldn't I? He raped me. I hate him. I must take some action. I have to file a complaint. He needs to be punished. I have to rub his scent off me, sanitize my mouth to wipe off his taste. I have to shower, clean. And here I'm, sitting on my couch and doing nothing. It could've happened in a different way. I was about to make up my mind to do this thing. Don't ask me why. Maybe for my job, or to cool this fire between us. We could've done that on a bed, slowly. I'm foolish to even imagine that. He isn't a man but a beast. I should have realized that. Maybe I did. But I wasn't planning for this. My brain is a complete mess now. I am waging a war with my thoughts. I'm afraid his words might become true. ** No women want it.He simply said without giving a second thought and second pause, "You do." ** Do I? Do I? Why? Don't ask me what I feel like now? I can't admit it. I don't want to. But the facts need to be mentioned. I fee

Celia   I have not been arrested yet. I have not imagined my day like this. I've Visioned an officer in a dress coat, assigned insignia, pressed uniform shirt, uniform pants, white gloves, a tie, and a formal police hat asking for me. That's too much imagination I guess. But no one came for me and I believe this is his doing. The day is awfully sluggish. I did what I always do and am terribly tired of doing those same things every day. My body is near to worn out since I had a twenty-four hours shift.       I haven't removed my white coat when I was walking out of the hospital. My phone buzzed. I saw a text from an unknown number which says, " Come to me, NOW. Elijah will take you." Before I comprehend the text, I hit someone. My head hardly reached his chest. The pole before me is an old man in a clean shave and bald head. His eyes are pale blue. If my guess is right, he is somewhere near sixty.      

Alexander      She has the audacity to ignore me! It doesn't make me back down from what I'm going to do anyway. And she knows that. This is another advantage. We don't have to speak. I'll find her and she knows that. But, what the hell is that woman? She is a kind of challenge and that's what makes her feisty.       "For whom are you offering that smirk?"       I sighed hearing his voice. I still regret sharing my apartment's password with him. Even if I don't, he will find a way in.       "What makes the wind blow here?"       He removed his suit and loosened his tie. He sat on the couch next to me before I say, "help your…" the words vanished into thin air.       "Who did that to your car?" He asked.      "Why exactly are you here, Xavier?"      "Someone ruined your car. Tha

Celia         It feels like someone's playing the song I dislike the most from morning to evening in my head nonstop. This constant buzzing, the sounds of metals, the smell of medicine started to wear me out. Gosh! How I hate this place and still working here! I can't even touch my locket with the hand I touched the medicine. I've to wash my hands a lot. I wanted to share this with someone, exactly with the man I despise. I wanna tell him how much I hated my job, how much I disgust it. Why do I feel like telling him all these things? Argh! What am I even thinking? I shouldn't feel like talking to him. Yeah, after everything happened between us, I am curious about him a bit, especially about his likes, his lavish life and most importantly how he talks 'cause we've never talked much. I wonder if he could laugh earnestly while telling about his best memories and keep disgusting face while telling about the things he hates the most. He is rich enou