บททั้งหมดของ His To Ruin: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The call came in just after seven.I didn’t answer.The phone buzzed again, its vibration against the marble countertop slicing through the silence like a warning. I stared at the screen. Mother.Not “Mom.” Not “Mommy.” Not even Marie.Just Mother, like she was a title, not a person. Something assigned to me. A duty I never chose.I let it go to voicemail.Outside the penthouse windows, the city stretched in quiet neon. A skyline of liars and ghosts. Even the stars didn’t show up here anymore. Just concrete and sin and everything we pretended wasn’t rotting. I lit a cigarette I wouldn’t smoke, just to watch the paper curl and blacken.The door creaked open behind me.“You’re ignoring your phone again,” said the redhead from last night. Her voice was light, teasing. She padded into the kitchen barefoot, wearing nothing but silk lingerie and a lazy smirk. “Someone’s persistent.”“It’s my mother,” I said, not turning. “Why are you still here?”She raised a brow, completely unfazed. “She g

The room was pristine. Not a hair out of place. Not a book askew. Not a curtain wrinkled. Everything had its place. Everything was symmetrical, sterile, cold, like the Wolfe.Victor stood at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his cufflinks with deliberate precision. I sat rigidly in the velvet chair across from the four-poster bed, my fingers twisting in my lap.“I thought we could get more comfortable,” he said smoothly, voice like polished marble.I did not answer.That dinner had been unbearable. His parents had spoken as though I wasn’t there, making plans about the wedding, the house, the future. Telling me, I would move into the Riverstone Estate with Victor once we are married, as though it had been my dream all along. Robert Wolfe hadn’t spared me a single glance. Elena had offered a small smile, but even that felt more like a quiet apology than warmth.And Victor… Victor had smiled like a prince. Charmed everyone. Touched my shoulder like he owned it.Victor turned toward me now

A soft knock startled me.I sat up quickly, heart hammering, adjusting the sheets and brushing my fingers through my tangled hair to make it look like I’d just woken up. The truth was, I hadn’t slept at all. Not after what I’d heard downstairs. Not after hearing Robert Wolfe say the words that would haunt me for the rest of my life.He’s not my son.Killian Wolfe wasn’t Robert’s son. He never had been.The door creaked open, and Victor stepped inside. Clean-shaven, dressed in gray sweats and a dark fitted tee, his damp hair still curled at the edges from his morning shower. He looked… perfect. As always.“Ivy,” he said softly. “Did I wake you?”I blinked slowly and let a drowsy smile play across my lips. “Mmm… no. I was just waking up.”He stepped in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. There was something different about his expression, like he was watching me too closely, trying to read something I wasn’t ready to show.“How did you sleep?” he asked, walking toward the bed

It’s been days.Days since Killian touched me.Days since he left me aching and undone.And still, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.He didn’t let me finish. That was the worst part. Not the shame, not the guilt, not even the fact that I was supposed to marry his brother.It was the way he pulled back like he owned me, the way he left me hanging like some cruel god of desire, and now my body won’t let me forget. Every brushstroke, every breath, every idle moment is filled with the echo of his voice in my ear, You’re wet for me.I haven’t seen him since. Not a glimpse. Not a shadow.They say he’s out of the country. Victor mentioned it once offhandedly, while adjusting his cufflinks and talking to some wedding planner over the phone.“Killian’s gone ghost again,” he said, like it was normal. “No one knows where he is.”Good. Let him stay gone. Let him disappear into whatever dark place he crawls to when the weight of this family crushes him.And yet, every time the front door opens, m

I should’ve deleted the message the moment I saw his name.I should’ve erased it, pretended it never came. Pretended he didn’t still have the power to stop my breath with four words.“We need to talk.”That’s all he wrote. No greeting. No signature. Just that cold command, like he already knew I’d say yes.And the worst part?I did.I stared at the screen for a full hour before I replied. Just one word.“Where?”Now I was in the back of a town car, clutching my coat tighter around me, my stomach twisted into something painful and electric. I hadn’t told Victor where I was going. I didn’t have the stomach to lie, so I just slipped out while he was on a call, kissed his cheek, and said I needed to clear my head.Not untrue.But not the whole truth either.The last few days had been unbearable. Wedding planners everywhere. Flowers. Tastings. Elena overseeing it all with surgical precision, like she was designing a coronation, not a marriage. I stood there, smiling on cue, nodding politely