All Chapters of Ruthless Husband your Wife and Son are Mine : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With a measuring tape resting around her neck, Thersa moved quietly toward the mannequin dressed in a shimmering silver cloth.She bent slightly, as she adjusted the fabric near the waistline, slipping in a careful stitch.Behind her, the sound of sewing machines filled the space. Tailors chatted softly as they worked, some ironing, some sketching. A few dresses were already hung on racks, each one carefully labelled for the upcoming launch.“Ma’am,” her assistant called from across the room, walking over with a tablet. “We just got confirmation....the models will arrive tomorrow for fitting.” Thersa gave a small nod, her eyes still focused on the dress. “Good. Make sure we clear the front section by noon. I want everything perfect.”As she made her way to the front section, the door opened, and the soft chime above it rang. Thersa looked up.“Ohhh... I didn’t know you still ran this place,” Diana said, stepping inside with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I was just

“One, two, three… One, two, three…” Diana muttered as she paced in front of the runway strip in her studio. Her voice echoed, sharp and exact, as the models tried to follow her rhythm.They stood in line, dressed in a vibrant array of cultural-inspired designs one model wore a flowing crimson robe with gold embroidery stitched in bold tribal patterns, while another donned a sleek fusion of a kimono and modern gown, the sleeves trailing like silk waterfalls.A third model, dressed in a bright Ankara-print dress with exaggerated shoulder cuts and beads lining the neckline, struggled slightly in her heels.Diana stopped.“No, no, no what is that walk? You’re not heading to church on a Sunday,” she barked. “You’re carrying legacy, history, elegance!”She stepped onto the runway herself, brushing past the confused model. “Watch.”In one powerful stride, she straightened her back, let her chin lift ever so slightly, and glided forward like the runway was built for her.“See that? That’s how

The energy is shifting. Assistants rushed back and forth as they adjusted outfits, pinning hems. Some designers whisper quietly to their teams, nerves high.The host’s voice echoes from the runway, coming through the hallway speakers"Ladies and gentlemen, the final round is about to commence! Give it up for MSH Court!" The spotlight followed a tall figure emerging from the shadows...MSH, the designer himself, modeling his own final piece. The outfit shimmered under the stage lights, layered in bold cuts, rich tones, and sharp detailing. It was regal and daring.The judges leaned in, taking notes, exchanging glances. When he reached the end of the runway, he paused.JUDGE 1 “That was a strong choice to model it yourself. Tell us, what inspired this piece?”“It’s a story of transformation from rejection to royalty. Every thread carries that weight.” MSH said confidentlyJUDGE 2 “And the choice of color?” “Power. Silence. Pain. They all blend here.” MSH responded.The crowd clapped a

⚠️ Viewer Discretion Advised: This chapter contains scenes of domestic violence that may be distressing or triggering to some readers. Please read with caution, and if you are sensitive to such content, you may choose to skip this chapter....................................................................................."Yesss, Mr. Mondragon. You're having a baby girl," Dr. Olivia said with a warm smile.Mr. Mondragon let out a faint uneasy chuckle. "You might be mistaken," he said, his voice trembling with nerves.Dr. Olivia tilted her head slightly. "No no, I’m 100% sure. I remember wanting to send you the email right away, but... Mrs. Mondragon asked me to hold on to it."His eyes widened and his hands clenched into tight fists and he said nothing."Or... maybe she just hasn’t told you yet?" Olivia added quickly, placing her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I’m so sorry. I might’ve just spoiled the surprise she was planning for you."Mr. Mondragon took a shaky step back. For the first

Diego Mondragon sat up slowly as blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.He winced as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.“He laid his hands on me…” he muttered, “He put his hands on a Mon.”A flicker of anger rose in his chest and before he could stop himself, he snapped.And stood up sharply, eyes burning with rage. He turned to his guards four of them, built like walls standing awkwardly at the side.“You’re all useless,” he spat. “All this muscle, all this bulk...for what?!”He grabbed one of them by the collar and pulled him forward.“You let him walk in here and turn me into a damn punching bag!”He shoved the guard back and turned to the next one, gripping his shirt just as tightly.“Bloody ass fools....do you know who I am?!”Not one of them spoke. Not one dared to meet his eyes.“You all stood there while he humiliated me!” Diego shouted as he breathed heavily. “This is the last damn time.”He let go, his chest rising and falling as his fists trembled beside him.