บททั้งหมดของ His To Ruin: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Night fell heavy over the Wolfe mansion, but the glow from the long dining table carried no warmth. The Lancasters sat stiff on one side, the Wolfes opposite, the two families bound by an alliance that now threatened to unravel under the weight of whispers and speculation.The wedding that should have been celebrated today had dissolved into scandal. Outside, the media spun wild tales: that Ivy had run away, that ivy is unwilling to marry Victor Wolfe, that Victor had been betrayed in front of the world, that Victor might be an asshole not a Prince Charming like everyone thinks. Inside, the truth was messier, and far more dangerous.Robert Wolfe poured himself a glass of wine with unhurried calm, his silver hair catching the light. “We cannot allow the world to think the Wolfes have been slighted. Appearances are everything. A statement must go out before midnight.”Victor shifted in his chair, eyes sunken, jaw tight. “The statement should make one thing clear, Killian abducted Ivy. He

The burner buzzed against the table, its screen lighting up in the dim safe house.Killian froze.Ivy, curled beneath the blanket on the worn couch, stirred. Her eyes opened, bleary with half sleep, but instantly sharp. They both knew that sound meant trouble, no one had this number unless the Wolfe.Killian let it ring once more before picking up. He didn’t say hello, only waited. Silence stretched, then a familiar voice slid down the line like oil.“Killian,” Robert Wolfe said, calm as ever. “You’ve made quite the spectacle.”Ivy’s hand clutched the blanket tighter.Killian leaned back in his chair, his tone measured, flat. “You called me to waste my time?”Robert chuckled softly. “I called because, unlike my son, I am a man who understands strategy. You’ve put yourself in a position that can only end one of two ways. Return what isn’t yours, and perhaps I’ll consider showing you a measure of mercy.”Killian’s jaw flexed. “Mercy,” he repeated, like the word itself amused him.“Yes.”

The night was quiet, but I couldn’t sleep.The sheets were tangled around us, Ivy’s bare body soft and warm against mine, her breathing steady with the deep rhythm of dreams. The moonlight leaking through the curtains touched her face like silver, painting her skin with a glow that made her look unreal, like she belonged to some world better than this one.And yet here she was. In my bed. In my arms.I’d spent years building myself into a fortress, a man untouched by sentiment. Love was a word I’d never trusted, too fragile, too dangerous. I’d seen what it did to men. it made them weak, reckless, willing to bleed themselves dry for a woman who could still turn and walk away. I had sworn I would never let that be me.And also, I have never truly felt love, to closest I ever felt was Mrs B and it was motherly. I grew up with a mother who never stood up against her husband for me and in a home where there is no love between me and my brother. Robert have always considered me below Victor

The room was still heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, the sheets twisted around our bare bodies, but it was the sound that woke me, the low, insistent vibration cutting through the silence.At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I felt Killian’s body shift beside me. The bed dipped as he reached for the burner phone on the nightstand. His movements were sharp, almost violent, as though even touching the device burned him.The vibration stopped. For a moment, all I heard was his ragged breathing. Then it buzzed again, angrier, more insistent.He answered.Not with words, not with a greeting. Just silence. The kind that makes your skin crawl. Then I heard the faint click of a message received.When I turned to him, his face was carved from stone. Only his eyes betrayed him, wide, hollow, flickering with something I couldn’t place. Fear? Rage? Pain?The phone trembled in his hand.“Killian?” My voice was soft, hushed, like I was afraid of breaking something fragile.He didn’t answer

The silence in the room pressed down on me like a second skin. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, the occasional distant horn, but in here, just the sharp rhythm of Killian’s pacing back and forth across the floorboards.His bare feet made no sound, but his presence was thunder. Shoulders tense, jaw tight, his hands flexed at his sides as though he were holding back from tearing the world apart. The phone, the phone that had delivered the picture of his father, lay abandoned on the nightstand, but its shadow clung to the room.I sat up against the pillows, pulling the sheet higher across my chest. I had never seen Killian look so… raw. Not when Victor taunted him, not when Robert tried to undermine him. This was different. This wasn’t fury directed outward, this was devastation turned inward, tearing him apart piece by piece.“Killian,” I said softly.He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. He just kept pacing, running a hand through his dark hair until it stood on end.