Lahat ng Kabanata ng Will You Marry Me?: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Ruby stood in front of the full-length mirror, smiling as she took in her reflection. The intricate lace of her wedding gown glittered under the soft lighting, the delicate pearls sewn into the bodice catching every flicker of light. It was perfect. Everything about the day was supposed to be perfect. Tears brimmed in her eyes. She had imagined this moment countless times....walking down the aisle, her heart pounding, meeting Eduardo’s gaze at the altar. And now, the day had finally come. A gentle knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. "Come in," she called softly, quickly dabbing at her eyes before she turned. Her father stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto her. The moment he saw her in the wedding dress, he froze. His lips parted, but no words came. Ruby watched as his eyes welled with emotion, the weight of the moment sinking into both of them. "You look…" His voice broke. "Just like your mother." A sharp pang pierced Ruby’s heart. Her mother. She

Eduardo stood up, taking the bag from Ruby. "Thank you so much." Before she could process what was happening, a voice rang out from behind her. "Yeah, we should really thank you." Something about the voice sent a chill through her spine. It was familiar. Too familiar. She turned sharply and gasped in surprise. Selena. Her stepsister stood there, dressed in a fitted black dress, her lips curved into a smirk. "Selena?" Ruby’s voice came out in a whisper. "What are you doing here?" Selena tilted her head slightly before walking over to Eduardo. And then.... They kissed. Right in front of her. Ruby’s world shattered. She couldn’t breathe. Her limbs went numb. She stared as Eduardo wrapped his arms around Selena, pulling her close, kissing her passionately. Like it was natural. Like they had done it before. Ruby took a step back, her voice barely audible. "Eduardo…?" He turned to her, his smile widening. "Finally. I knew you’d get the money for me, or shoul

The old man’s smile never wavered as he studied Ruby, his dark gaze filled with twisted amusement. “That,” he said, tilting his head, “was the wrong thing to say, darling. To prove how much I love you, I’m giving you a single chance,” he continued. “Apart from your freedom, you may ask for anything. Anything at all, and I promise you shall have it.” She clenched her jaw, her body trembling with suppressed rage. “I don’t want anything from you,” she hissed, her voice firm despite her helpless state. “The only thing I want is to be as far away from you as possible.” The man’s smile faltered, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “And if I can’t have that,” she continued, swallowing the lump in her throat, “I’d rather end my own life than be tied to you.” The room fell into a suffocating silence. Then, slowly, the man rose from his chair and walked toward the bed. Ruby gasped as he loomed over her, his presence suffocating. “You are mistaken,” he said in a calm, measur

Hector began to approach Ruby, slowly, until he was barely a foot away from her. His eyes raked over her naked form, and he bit his lip as the sight of her gave him an erection. He cursed under his breath and wanted to pick up her dress on the floor, to cover her up. However, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest as her hands went around his neck. He cursed under his breath as desire surged through him. It had been years since he had gotten laid. Lifting her face, Ruby stood on her tippy toes and kissed him, her lips warm, soft and yet demanding. His hand went around her neck and he kissed her back before pulling away He gripped her hair tightly, forcing her head back as he turned her toward Don Gray. Ruby moaned, her desire for a man and the pain in her scalp both affecting her at the same time. She could hear Hector's voice and understood his words as well, but she could not help herself. “What would you do if I fucked your bitch right before

Hearing Ruby’s voice again, Hector’s expression darkened. He turned sharply toward Tara, his voice clipped. “Get the whip.” The air in the room became filled with tension. Ruby’s pulse spiked as she instinctively stepped back. “Listen,” she said quickly, desperation creeping into her voice. “I am... I’m not the one you’re thinking of. My name is Ruby and this old man......” Hector’s gaze was cold and unwavering. “For every word you spew out of your mouth,” he warned, “you will receive a stroke of the whip.” As the words left his lips, Tara went close with a long black whip coiled tightly in her hands. Ruby’s breath hitched at the sight of it. No. No, no, no… “Please,” she whispered. Then louder, “Just listen to what I have to say! I promise, after that, I won’t speak again!” Hector didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he studied her, his silence stretching into something unbearable. Then... “This is your last chance,” he said flatly. He turned his back to h