《His To Ruin》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

The room was quiet, almost deceptively so.After the chaos of finding Ivy gone, after the screaming, the throwing, the panic that had left my chest aching for hours, a slow calm had finally settled. Not peace. Calm. A brittle, tense kind of calm that felt like waiting for the next explosion.I sat across from Killy, my father, and Uncle Mark at the large wooden table in the kitchen table. “I’ve thought about it,” I said quietly, running a hand through my hair. “She went back… willingly.”Killy’s eyes, dark and serious, met mine. “That means something, son. Something bigger than her fear. She doesn’t walk back into that man’s life unless there’s a reason we don’t yet know.”Mark nodded slowly. “Exactly. This isn’t a mistake. This isn’t hesitation. She made a choice.”I swallowed, the weight of it pressing against my chest. “She made the choice to protect me, I know that. But if she went back willingly… someone has leverage over her. Or she knows something we don’t.”Killy leaned back,

The hallway was long and sterile, the walls painted in muted tones that made the air feel heavier than it should.Two of Robert Wolfe’s men flanked me on either side, their presence a constant, silent reminder that this wasn’t just a temporary stay. Every step I took echoed in the cavernous corridor, every creak of the floorboards a countdown. Everywhere felt like a prison here, a decorated prison. Ivy, stay calm, I whispered to myself. Every instinct screamed to run, to scream, to resist, but I had learned long ago that panic solved nothing. Survival required patience. Strategy. Silence.The door at the end of the hallway was heavier than expected. When it opened, I saw the room that would be my prison for the foreseeable future. Not a prison in the traditional sense, spacious, pristine, even comfortable, but the weight of restriction pressed in immediately.Two maids waited inside, bowing their heads politely. And around the room, strategically placed, were men. Not just any men. Hi

The room was too quiet.Not peaceful, never that, but the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made your thoughts louder than they should be. Mark had spread files across the table. Killy stood by the window, staring out like the city owed him answers.I couldn’t sit.I paced, back and forth, fists clenching and unclenching, every nerve in my body screaming the same thing.We were wasting time.“We go in,” I said finally, stopping short. “Tonight. We hit the estate hard, pull Ivy out, and disappear before Victor even understands what happened.”Mark didn’t look up right away. He just exhaled slowly, like a man choosing patience over violence.“And then what?” he asked.I turned to him sharply. “Then she’s safe.”“For how long?” he asked calmly.That stopped me.Mark lifted his head then, eyes sharp, calculating, nothing emotional about him at all.“You extract her tonight, Victor and Robert don’t suddenly give up. They escalate. They hunt her. They hunt you. They burn eve

They didn’t tell me my mother was here. I only knew because I heard her voice, soft, familiar, carried down the hallway like a memory I wasn’t allowed to touch yet.My chest tightened instantly.I moved toward the door before I could stop myself, fingers barely brushing the handle when it opened from the outside. One of the maids stood there, posture stiff, eyes apologetic.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said quietly. “Mr. Wolfe says it’s not the right time.”Not the right time.Those words had followed me my entire life.I stepped back, heart pounding, listening as another voice, older, colder, cut through the space.“She shouldn’t see anyone yet.”Robert Wolfe.They are restricting me from seeing my family, my own mother now. I didn’t need to see him to feel his presence. It filled the wing like smoke.“She needs focus,” he continued. “Sentiment will weaken her.”My mother tried again. I could hear the strain now.“She’s my daughter Robert. You have no right to keep her away from me."“An

The small apartment was quiet, almost suspiciously so. It wasn’t home, not really. But it was safe. Enough. And it almost feel like home. Mark had arranged it, spare, functional, nothing flashy. A place where my father and I could rest without worrying about cameras, spies, or Wolfe operatives tracking our every move.I sank onto the couch, elbows on my knees, hands clasped. Killy sat across from me, reading something on his phone, but even that felt like a rare, small comfort.Mark appeared in the doorway, clipboard in hand, eyes sharp as ever. “We’re secure,” he said firmly. “I’ve alerted the boys around town. Any suspicious move, anyone unfamiliar, everything is under watch. You’re off duty for now. Take a Rest.”I shook my head. “I can’t rest. Not yet. Not while Ivy...”“You’ve done enough,” Mark interrupted, voice steady, non-negotiable. “Right now, your job is to be ready. Mentally. Strategically. We’ll handle the perimeter. I am your uncle and it is also my job to keep you safe