Semua Bab Will You Marry Me?: Bab 171 - Bab 180

At this time, Ruby was at home, out in the yard, taking precise shots at the targets she had set up. The sound of each bullet firing echoed sharply, matching the determination etched on her face. Her focus was razor-sharp, but beneath it burned a restless impatience. She couldn’t wait any longer to take her revenge on Eduardo and Selena. Every pull of the trigger felt like a small release, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. She needed to strike them down herself. The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip when Camila returned home. The sound of her car in the driveway snapped Ruby out of her trance. She unloaded her gun, secured it, and wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked toward the house. By the time she stepped inside, Camila was already locking the front door behind her, an unreadable expression on her face. But Ruby caught the faint smile on Camila’s lips. She didn’t need to hear a word yet—she already knew. “It went well,” Ruby said, her voice low but filled with a kn

Camila's phone vibrated on the bedside table, interrupting the momentary silence between them. She picked it up absentmindedly, but the moment she answered the call, her eyes widened and her face changed. “Shit,” she cursed, her tone sharp and frustrated as she stood up quickly. “I almost forgot it's tomorrow. Damn it!” Ruby, who had been lying back against the pillows with her hands on her belly, turned to her with concern. “What happened?” she asked, her brow furrowed. Camila exhaled loudly and ran her fingers through her hair. “I have something important to do,” she said, already pacing as she spoke. “It’s a training course. Mandatory. A three-day police course that I completely forgot about because of… everything going on.” Ruby nodded slowly, understanding creeping into her expression. “It’s okay,” she said quietly, sitting up straighter on the bed. “I get it. You should go and start getting ready. I mean, it starts tomorrow, right? I’m sure there’s a lot you need to do.”

As Ruby stood in front of the mirror, her reflection was as cold and calculated as the mission she was about to undertake. Dressed in a fitted pair of black pants and a sleek black top, she adjusted the black cap over her head, ensuring not a single strand of hair was out of place. She looked herself over one final time, silent rage burning beneath calm eyes. Her bag was already packed with weapons and tools, everything she needed for the night’s job. She flung it over her shoulder. At the door, she paused and lowered a hand gently to her stomach. Her fingers lingered there, almost uncertain. “I’m sorry, child,” she murmured, her voice low and shaky. “That your mother has become this kind of person.” Then she stepped out into the night. No sooner had she locked the door behind her than her phone began to ring. She picked it up immediately. “It’s done,” came the voice on the other end, one of the people she had hired to carry out a different plan. “Your stepmother just chec

When Ruby arrived at the hospital, she didn’t bother turning off the engine. She jumped out of the car, her feet barely touching the ground as she sprinted toward the entrance. The automatic doors flew open, and she rushed through the hallway, bumping into a nurse but not even bothering to apologize. Her heart thudded like a war drum inside her chest, each step faster than the last as she made her way to the ward Camila had mentioned on the phone. The moment she pushed the door open and stepped into the room, her breath caught in her throat. There, lying motionless on the hospital bed, was her father—Mr. Martinez. Pale, thinned out from time and struggle, but unmistakably him. “Daddy…” she gasped, her voice barely audible. Camila stood at the side of the room, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. She nodded once, reassuring Ruby that what she was seeing was real. Ruby moved slowly at first, almost afraid that if she blinked, he would vanish. But the steady rise and fall of

Ruby's mind drifted back to her enemies and she told herself that it was time to strike. The moment she'd been patiently waiting for had finally arrived. She reached for her phone with a sense of grim determination and dialed the man who had been working undercover to secure the footage of her stepmother’s latest scandal—the shameless encounter in the hotel room with a man young enough to be her son. As soon as he picked up, Ruby didn’t hesitate. “Release it,” she said coldly. “Post the full video. Add a caption—something loud. I want people to see her for what she truly is. Tell them how shameless she is, how the same woman who defrauded her husband who was sick in the hospital was sleeping around like a common street girl. Make it viral.” Her voice was calm, but her hands were clenched. That woman and her allies had tried to bury her. She had dragged Ruby’s name through the mud, destroyed her reputation, and tried to erase her father's legacy. It was time the world saw the truth