All Chapters of His To Ruin: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The news had spread like wildfire. By the time Killy, killian, Ivy, June, and Mark stepped further into the living room, the house had become a whirlwind of voices, laughter, and movement.From the front porch to the back hallway, people arrived in waves. Children darted between adults, tugging at arms, squealing with excitement. Doors opened and closed with a steady rhythm as more family and friends showed up, drawn by the impossible news: Killy was home.“Is this really happening?” a voice shouted from the kitchen.“I thought it was a dream!” another exclaimed, echoing down the hallway.Killy stood in the middle of it all, stunned. Killian squeezed his hand gently, then watched Ivy move through the crowd with effortless warmth. She knelt to greet children who ran past, answered shy hellos from distant cousins, and laughed at a joke Mark threw across the room, all without drawing attention to herself. She was part of the chaos, natural and alive.Henry and Mabel were the first to bur

The living room had emptied for the night, leaving only a few lingering shadows and the faint scent of baked cookies and tea that had carried us through the chaos of the day. I had tried, desperately, to drink it all in, the laughter, the hugs, the chatter of people who genuinely loved Killian, and his father, Killy. I had never seen him like this. Not soft. Not human. Not free of the walls he carried like armor. I thought back to the first day I met him, how he’d been a storm contained in perfect control, and now… here he was, smiling, laughing, talking to his family like he belonged. He finally did.I wanted to drink in the joy, to let myself stay present. But Andrew’s warning tugged at me like a sharp thread in the back of my mind, unrelenting and impossible to ignore.The words had rung in my ears all afternoon, whispering between the laughs and greetings. I had tried to focus on the children who clung to him, the nieces and nephews, the cousins, and some distant relatives finall

Killy’s parents, my grandparents, house was still buzzing. Warm voices. Laughter drifting from the kitchen. Grandpa’s radio playing an old song way too loudly. It was the kind of noise that soaked into the walls, the kind of noise you didn’t realize you missed until it wrapped around you.Killy fit into it like he’d been here last week, laughing, shaking hands, hugging too tightly. Thirty years gone, and somehow he still looked like he belonged.And that was the part that made my throat tight.He looked happy.Really happy.For the first time since I’d met him.So when he told me he wanted to stay back, for a few days, I froze.Not because it was unreasonable.But because the instinct to protect him snapped up so fast it almost tasted like fear.I didn’t want him out of my sight.Not yet.Not after everything.“Killian.” Uncle Mark’s voice cut through the noise in my head.He stepped beside me, lowering his tone the way he always did when he wanted my attention locked on him.“No one

Two minutes.I replayed those words in my head again and again as I tied the robe around my waist. My hands were shaking, not with fear this time, but with something sharper, more desperate.I needed him close. Before our world cracked open again.I heard the quiet thud of footsteps outside the door.My heartbeat stuttered.Then the lock clicked.The door opened, and Killian stepped inside, carrying a bag of food and that soft, tired smile he only ever showed me.I didn’t let him take another step.I crossed the room in seconds, grabbed his shirt, lifted onto my toes, and kissed him hard, urgent, like the breath I’d been holding finally escaped.The bag dropped to the floor. His hand immediately came to my waist, gripping, pulling me against him like he’d been starving for me too. His mouth moved with mine, slow at first, then deeper, hotter, like he was remembering every version of us we used to be.I reached back and shut the door with a shaky hand, locking it without breaking the k

I didn’t know where to start.My hands were shaking. My chest felt like it had been split in two. My voice had been caught somewhere between a roar and a sob for so long, I didn’t know if I could speak at all.And then I picked up the phone.It rang once. Twice. And my father answered.“Killian?” His voice was calm, measured, the kind of calm I could never hold onto in moments like this.“Dad…” I croaked, and it broke before it even left my throat.“Ivy… she… she left! She...she went to back to him! She...she left me!”The words tumbled out like a landslide.Sobs shaking me, tears blinding me.“I can’t… I can’t do this! I… I can’t—”“Whoa,” Killy said softly, holding me with his words before he even held me with his arms.“Breathe. Look at me, son. You’re safe. I’m coming. Mark’s coming too. Just… calm down.”I couldn’t. I couldn’t calm down.I fell to the floor, phone clutched in my hand, shaking, rocking back and forth like a child, the sobs choking me.“I’m scared, Dad!” I cried. “