All Chapters of His To Ruin: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The small apartment felt impossibly quiet at first. Too quiet for someone used to constant danger, constant alertness, constant calculation. But now, with Mark and Killy having arranged everything, I was learning that quiet didn’t have to mean loneliness, it could mean safety.June arrived first, carrying a tray so heavy I thought she might topple under it. “Sit down before I knock you over, Killian,” she said, balancing the food with ease, and her grin was infectious. “You need to eat. Even a little bite.”Mark hovered near the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like he enjoyed the chaos his sister created. Killy, ever patient, leaned against the kitchen counter, observing me with the kind of quiet pride that made me ache in my chest. He was finally home, and even in this small, bare apartment, he looked like he belonged.The smell of food alone was enough to soften some of the tension I had been carrying. Steaming rice, roasted meat, vegetables seasoned the way only home could do, smell

The Wolfe estate was tense, every shadow seeming to tremble under the weight of Victor’s rage. Robert sat at the massive mahogany desk in his office, the kind of posture that always screamed authority and control, but tonight, even he seemed smaller, frailer, as if the air itself knew he was facing something far beyond his power.Victor stormed in, his movements sharp, violent, almost animalistic. His eyes were wild, the fire in them enough to scorch the walls around him. “Father!” he bellowed, voice cracking with fury. “You think you can keep hiding her from me? You think I am the villain? Not Killian?”Robert rose slowly, trying to mask the unease curling through him. “Victor, calm down..."“Calm down?” Victor shouted, the words echoing off the high ceilings. “Calm down? You think I need to calm down? You think I care about consequences anymore?” He slammed his fists on the desk, the reverberation loud enough to make the guards flinch. “She's mine! Ivy is mine to end, and I will mar

The small apartment smelled faintly of takeout and motor oil, the residue of an evening spent with his father and uncle, laughing over leftovers and sharing quiet moments that felt almost ordinary. But ordinary had evaporated the second he woke. The Wolfes were on the move. Ivy was gone, Victor was unhinged, and their lives had narrowed down to one impossible mission: take them down.Killian sat at the small desk his uncle Mark had set up, a laptop open, phone to one ear, and a small stack of folders at his side. Contacts in law enforcement, private investigators, hackers, and local informants filled his call list. Every second felt precious, every connection vital. He moved like a man possessed, dialing numbers, taking notes, and sifting through intelligence.Mark watched him from across the room, leaning casually against the wall, though his sharp eyes tracked every move. Killy, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, occasionally muttered advice, but mostly he let Killian take the le

The city had its own rhythm at night, sirens, distant horns, the faint hum of lights reflecting off wet asphalt. But in the shadows of its industrial district, a storm was brewing that no one saw coming.No one knows something heavily will happened that will signal the start of something deeper. The warehouse was massive, dark, and unassuming from the outside. To the casual observer, it was just another abandoned building, one of the countless structures lining the outskirts of the city. But inside, it was alive with activities, crates stacked high, men moving purposefully, and the unmistakable stench of secrecy and illegality hanging in the air.It didn’t last.A series of anonymous tips had reached the local authorities, calls, emails, even digital breadcrumbs left just enough to set things in motion without ever revealing the source. Within the hour, police vehicles swarmed the area. Flashing lights painted the building in red and blue streaks. Officers moved in tactical formation

The estate felt suffocating, the walls closing in tighter with every passing hour. Victor’s madness was no longer a distant threat, it was a pulse running through every corridor, through every whispered command, every hurried step of a guard. And yet, for all the danger, Ivy knew she couldn’t sit idle. She couldn’t just survive; she had to act, and she had to act smart.She had been observing, listening, noting every pattern. Victor’s movements, Robert’s reactions, the way the guards spoke to one another, the routines of the staff. That’s when she realized, she wasn’t completely alone here. The maids, the cooks, even a few of the older staff members, they were loyal to the Wolfe name, yes, but they were human. They noticed the change too. They saw Victor unraveling, Robert forced into submission, the cracks in the empire.It didn’t take long to approach the first of them. A young maid named Grace, cautious and quiet, glanced nervously as Ivy stepped into the kitchen under the pretense