บททั้งหมดของ His To Ruin: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

I learned quickly that survival inside the Wolfe estate wasn’t about strength.It was about silence.About listening.About becoming invisible enough that people forgot you were watching.They thought I was broken.That was my first advantage.I moved through the house carefully now, no longer fighting the rules, no longer pushing against the walls Robert Wolfe had built around me. I followed schedules. Ate when told. Spoke softly. Lowered my eyes. I let them believe I was adjusting to the idea of becoming Victor’s wife.Obedient.Resigned.Defeated.The maids noticed first.Not because I demanded anything, but because I thanked them.A cup of tea placed quietly beside me. A blanket pulled over my shoulders when I pretended to fall asleep in the sitting room. I met their eyes. I remembered names. I asked about sore backs, sick children, long shifts. Small kindnesses in a house where fear ruled like law.Fear made people loyal.But kindness made them human.“You don’t belong here,” one

The estate was alive with panic. The news had spread faster than any of them anticipated, and the usual hum of calculated control was gone. Ivy could feel it in the walls, in the way the guards moved, in the tension that stiffened every corridor.She stayed low, moving through the shadows, her pulse hammering. Every step was calculated. Every breath measured. Her heart wanted to leap, to scream with relief, but she knew she couldn’t let it show. Not yet.The plan was simple, if nerve wracking, she had called Andrew as soon as she could, using the small phone Robert had begrudgingly allowed her to keep. He was outside, waiting, a car parked discreetly in the alley behind the estate. She had allies inside now, people who had begun to understand, even sympathize, with her situation, maids who whispered, kitchen staff who pretended to scrub counters while holding a key, a guard who turned a blind eye at just the right time.“Move,” one of the maids whispered, pressing a hand to her shoulde

Robert Wolfe sat behind his massive mahogany desk, the weight of the world pressing against his shoulders. Normally, this room, his domain, exuded control. Command. Power. But today, every line, every corner, every object seemed to mock him.He had spent hours dialing contacts, people who owed him favors, allies who had once bent to his will. Each call ended the same way. A firm refusal. “I’m sorry, Robert. You’re finished.”His knuckles were white as he gripped the receiver, voice low and dangerous. “I said I need help.”“I know,” came the same cold reply, unflinching. “But this… this is too big. You’ve lost, Robert. No one can save you now.”He slammed the receiver down, the sharp crack echoing through the empty office. The screen on his desk lit up with breaking news alerts. International outlets, reputable networks, financial stations, all reporting Wolfe empire crimes, warehouses raided, evidence leaked.Robert’s hands trembled. He had survived everything. Assassinations, betrayal

Robert Wolfe had been taken. The handcuffs had clicked around his wrists, the armored vehicles had rolled up the estate drive, and the world had watched.News outlets lit up with flashing banners: “Robert Wolfe Arrested: Empire Unraveled”, “International Attention on Wolfe Dynasty”, “From Untouchable to Behind Bars.”The coverage was relentless. Social media exploded with theories, accusations, and commentary. Journalists dug up old scandals. Business associates scrambled to protect their own names. And everywhere, the name Wolfe was synonymous with downfall.Inside the estate, silence fell like a heavy curtain.Victor Wolfe sat alone in the dimly lit study, the only light coming from a single lamp that cast harsh shadows across the room. The glass of whiskey in his hand caught the glow, amber liquid swirling as he lifted it to his lips again and again. Smoke from the cigarette he held coiled upward, disappearing into the darkness above.He didn’t watch the news. He didn’t need to. He

The early morning sun barely broke through the thick curtains of the house. Ivy stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, but the tension from the previous days hadn’t left her. She could feel it in the air, the storm wasn’t over.Victor Wolfe was relentless. Even as his father sat behind bars, he refused to yield. He’d begun pulling strings, bribing media outlets, planting insinuations, stirring rumors. Every headline questioned Killian involvement in the Wolfe empire’s crimes.“Is Killian truly innocent too?”“Could the illegimate son like they said he is, which is not proven yet be hiding a hand in Wolfe’s illicit dealings?”“From family ties to crime ties, Killian’s shadow over the Wolfe dynasty.”The news tickers, websites, and social media feeds were flooded with the same poisonous insinuations. Victor’s plan was clear: drag Killian into the mud, make him question his own innocence, and shake his confidence before any direct confrontation.Ivy’s phone rang, jolting her from the h