บททั้งหมดของ RUTHLESS TEMPTATION : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Bang.The sound ripped through the air, louder than thunder, sharper than any sound.Jace’s heart stopped. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for pain, waiting for the hot burn of a bullet tearing through him.But nothing came.Just silence.A second passed. Then another. His breath came out in a shudder. He opened his eyes, and his world collapsed.Someone was standing in front of him, blocking his view. For a split second, all he saw was a familiar silhouette– the dark hair, the solid shoulders, the protective stance. Then, the body jerked once and crumpled to the ground.“Elias!”The scream tore out of Jace like it was dragged from the pit of his soul.He strained against the ropes, wrists burning as he fought to get free. “Elias! No... no, no!” His voice cracked. “Somebody help! Please!”The ropes bit deeper into his skin, carving lines of fire into his flesh. He could feel the fibres cutting through his wrists, the warm blood slicking his hands, but he did not stop. Elias was sp

The soft chime of wedding bells filled the air, weaving through the crisp morning breeze that drifted through the open glass doors of the chapel. Light poured in from the stained-glass windows, scattering colours across the white aisle like blessings from heaven itself. Jace stood before the altar, his heart hammering beneath the perfectly tailored ivory suit Elias had insisted he wear. His palms were trembling slightly, from the overwhelming tide of emotion that surged within him.Across from him stood Elias Crane, the man who once represented everything Jace vowed to destroy, now the man he could not imagine living without. Elias looked devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo, his dark hair slicked neatly, his silver cufflinks catching the light as he reached out his hand to Jace. The look in his eyes was raw, a mixture of reverence, love, and the kind of devotion that left Jace breathless.When the officiant began to speak, the world seemed to fade. Jace could barely hear anythi

The morning light crept through the high barred window, slicing thin lines across the cracked floor of the cell. Aiden sat on his cot, staring at the dust motes drifting lazily in the beam of sunlight. He had not seen real sunlight in five years.Tomorrow, he would.His heart thudded unevenly at the thought. Tomorrow, he would walk out of here. Tomorrow, he would breathe free air. Tomorrow, he would see Jace again.“Tomorrow,” he whispered under his breath, tasting the word like a prayer. His fingers brushed over the small black box in his pocket, his most treasured possession, hidden carefully through every inspection. The edges were worn now, but inside, the ring gleamed.I will find you, Jace. I will make it right.He closed his eyes, letting the thought fill him with warmth. It was the only thing that kept him alive here, that tiny spark of hope buried under the weight of guilt.~~~The clang of the cell door snapped him out of his thoughts.“Breakfast, Aiden,” the guard barked,

The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, painting soft gold streaks across the marble counters. The smell of breakfast lingered in the air— fresh pancakes, sizzling bacon, and coffee brewing in the corner. Jace stood by the stove, stirring a pot absently, his mind elsewhere. “Daddy, can you help me open this?” Mason’s small voice broke the silence. He was clutching a pickle jar in both hands, his brows furrowed with determination. But Jace didn’t hear him,his eyes were distant, his grip tightening unconsciously around the spoon as the pot bubbled quietly. Mason frowned. “Daddy?” Elias, stepping into the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and tie loosened, noticed the boy struggling. He smiled, walked over, and crouched down beside him. “Let me help you, sweetheart.” He took the jar, twisted the lid with one quick motion, and handed it back. “Here.” “Thank you, Dad!” Mason beamed and darted away, his laughter echoing faintly down the hall. Elias straightened up

Aiden sat by the frosted airport window, staring at the faint reflection of his face — a face he would soon no longer recognize. Outside, planes took off one after another, each disappearing into a sky the color of ash. He traced a finger over the faint gun shot scar on his stomach,the one Victor had given him the night everything fell apart. His jaw clenched. He remembered every word. Every cry that night had carved into his memory like acid.He remembered his time in prison when he held unto the thought that he could make it right by Jace. But that was the old Aiden. The one who begged. The one who loved. The one who lost. This new Aiden, the one sitting with a passport in his lap and a ticket to Prague — was a ghost wearing flesh. He was about to bury himself and be reborn as someone else entirely. He read his name on the passport for the last time. He stared at the photo of him, but soon that face would be obsolete. Aiden, the man who had once been obsessed with love, would c