บททั้งหมดของ Will You Marry Me?: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Ruby was falling. Her body hit the ground hard, but she didn’t feel the pain. Her vision blurred, everything fading into darkness. The last thing she saw was a figure running toward her. His voice cut through the haze, shouting her name. Hector. She knew it was him. But she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her eyes closed as the world slipped away. She woke to the sound of steady beeping. Cold sheets beneath her. A dull ache in her chest. Ruby blinked slowly. Bright lights above her head. White walls. The smell of antiseptic. She was certainly in a hospital. And then... She felt a hand holding hers. Warm and strong. Her eyes shifted, and there he was. Hector. Sitting by her side, his dark eyes locked onto hers. His grip tight, like he was afraid she might slip away again. “Where… where am I?” she whispered. Her voice was weak. “Am I… still alive?” Hector’s jaw clenched as he nodded. “You’re alive,” he said. His voice was low. “Thank God you’re

Hector stepped out of the hidden room and sealed the door behind him. His chest tightened for a brief second, thinking of Ruby inside...safe, at least for now. But there was no time to waste. He moved fast, his boots silent on the polished floor as he made his way to where he kept his best weapons. He grabbed another gun...a heavy, black pistol, checked the magazine, and loaded a fresh round. Then he slung a second weapon over his shoulder, clipped his knife to his belt, and moved toward the front of the house. Then he heard boots pounding against tile. Voices low, fast, speaking in different languages. They were already inside. He counted the sounds. Ten men. Three different gangs. And they hadn’t come to negotiate. They came to kill him. He ducked behind a thick column and took a slow breath. His mind was clear. He tapped the side of his earpiece and muttered, “I need backup. Now.” The reply was immediate. His men were on their way, but they were still ten minutes out.

"I love you too." Ruby told Hector. As the words left her lips, tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks. Without a second thought, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Then he kissed her, his mouth crashing against hers with a kind of desperation he couldn’t explain. He held her close, as if he was afraid of letting go, as if she might disappear. When they finally left the restaurant, Hector drove her home himself. On the way back, they barely spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but it was filled with unspoken emotions neither of them was ready to put into words. Later that night, after an intense love making session, Hector sat by Ruby’s bedside. She was asleep, her breathing soft and steady, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched her for a long time, his thoughts restless. "How is it possible to love someone this much?" The question rolled through his mind over and over. He wasn’t sure when it had started, but now, it consumed him. Eve

Ruby let go of the knife and stepped back, picking up the ring on the ground. She stared at Hector as he groaned in pain, his hands weakly clutching his chest where the blood poured out. His brothers, who had come expecting to witness Hector propose to the woman he loved, were frozen in shock. For a moment, none of them moved. Then, one by one, they pulled out their guns and pointed them at Ruby. She turned slowly to face them. Their eyes blazed with fury. The weight of their rage was heavy in the air, but Ruby didn’t flinch. Manuel suddenly lowered his gun. His face darkened as he tucked the weapon away. His hands curled into fists as he charged at her. There was only one thing on his mind—he was going to beat her to death. At the same time, Hunter and Carlos rushed to Hector’s side. His body was slumped against the ground, his skin pale and damp with sweat. Blood soaked through his shirt as they tried to lift him up. Ruby closed her eyes as Manuel stormed toward her. She b

Hector lay in the hospital bed, still and pale, when his mind drifted into a dream. It wasn’t peaceful. It was a flood of memories. Every moment he had spent with Ruby played in his head, one after the other. He saw her at the casino, the first time their paths crossed. He remembered how she had looked that day—confused, vulnerable. He remembered how he’d dragged her away without asking who she really was. He saw himself ordering Tara to whip her. He remembered the pain on Ruby’s face, how she cried and begged. He had ignored it all. The dream moved forward. He watched himself keep her locked in his torture chamber, treating her like she was less than human. He remembered the day he stripped her pride away, all to send a message to Don Gray. Then things changed. He saw the moments he’d started to doubt himself, when he began to question who Ruby really was. The way she looked at him without fear after everything he had done. The time she stood in front of him after stabbing hers