Lahat ng Kabanata ng His To Ruin: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The apartment was quiet except for the steady hum of the fridge.Killian had gone out to get food, said he needed “fresh air,” but I knew it was an excuse to give me space. He’d been doing that lately, silently reading my moods like a man walking through a field of landmines. He is really thinking I would break down with what I let the world on. But I feel free, free as a bird. I sat cross legged on the couch, his hoodie drowning my frame. Killian laptop balanced on my thighs, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the restless thoughts I couldn’t silence.I logged into my i*******m to get in touch with the world and see and hear what is going on. I was smiling and laughing at Victor Robert being used as memes. There is also a hate articles about me, Victor supporters. A slow exhale left my chest. I clicked one. The article was a blur of words, half speculation, half venom. They were using my face.That photograph from the engagement party, the one where I’d worn the gold silk dres

The estate itself was quiet, almost reverent, as Elena arrived in Robert’s study.Robert was already there, the large room filled with papers, folders, and carefully arranged documents. Every item, every sheet of paper, had been placed with intention.He moved deliberately, walking to the window to observe the rain over the city, leaving the desk, and the bait, within her reach.A single folder lay there, innocuous at first glance. Its edges were crisp, its cover unremarkable, but it contained precisely what he wanted her to see, a file that suggested the location of Killian’s biological father, a secret he had guarded for over three decades.He knew the moment Elena discovered it, she would tell Killian. And in doing so, she would unknowingly lead both Killian and Ivy directly into his trap.Robert allowed himself a moment to savor the inevitability. Every movement, every decision had been calculated. Elena would act as a messenger without realizing it. Killian, driven by curiosity, l

The night pressed in like smoke, heavy, suffocating, and too still for comfort. Killian sat alone in the dim study, the low hum of the city outside swallowed by the storm that was breaking somewhere beyond the glass. His phone screen still glowed faintly with the call from his mother.Her voice lingered in his head. “Be careful, Killian… please.”He’d promised her he would be.But he knew promises like that didn’t belong in his world.Killian’s hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles turned white. He replayed every word Elena had said, every tremor in her voice, every pause that sounded more like fear than uncertainty.The location she mentioned.The file she “accidentally” found.A remote property, off the coast, long abandoned, supposedly under restoration by one of Robert’s companies.He could feel it in his gut.This was it.He rose from his seat and crossed to the side table, unlocking the small drawer beneath it. Inside lay the secure satellite phone, one that couldn’t

The storm had only grown heavier, the wind pushing against the windows as though the world itself was warning him to stop. Return. Rethink.He didn’t.Killian stepped through the door of the safe house, the air inside warm in contrast to the cold rain that clung to him like a second skin. The lights were dim, quiet, the place too still. Too watchful.Ivy sat on the couch, waiting.Not pacing.Not anxious.Just waiting, like someone who had already made a decision.She looked up at him, eyes calm in a way that unsettled him more than fear ever could.“You came back early,” she said softly.Killian nodded once. He didn’t speak yet. He was still carrying the adrenaline of the call, the confirmation, the reality that the next hours would either save a man or end everything.He closed the door. Locked it.Then spoke.“I came to move you,” he said. “We’re switching locations. You’re not staying here.”Ivy didn’t flinch. “Where?”“Another house. More secure,” he replied. “Away from this. Away

The road felt longer than it should have.Maybe because Ivy was beside me.Maybe because I could hear every beat of her heart even though she sat perfectly still.Maybe because I knew, deep in the place men don’t admit they feel, that tonight would change something between us forever.Rain hammered the roof of the SUV, drumming in uneven rhythms, turning the night outside into a restless blur of shadows. The men in the back seats were silent. Too silent. No idle whispers. No shifting gear. No clearing of throats.They felt it too.War was in the air.Ivy sat with her arms folded, eyes fixed ahead. Her hair was pulled back, her expression steady, unreadable.Not calm.Not afraid.Somewhere in between, a quiet acceptance that came from surviving too much. A woman walking into fire with her chin lifted.“You should have stayed behind,” I said, voice low.Her gaze flicked to me, sharp, unwavering, unbothered.“Killian. Don’t start.”I almost smiled at the finality in her tone.There was no