Semua Bab Ruin Me Mr CEO: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Rielle;It’s been two weeks since I left everything behind and followed Elsie to London.Two weeks of waking up in a strange bed, in a beautiful house that still didn’t feel like home, staring at the ceiling and wondering how my life turned into this.Mark. Elsie’s boyfriend was lovely. Truly. Tall, kind eyes, that soft British accent that made everything sound gentle. He cooked for us the first night…proper shepherd’s pie—and made me laugh with some silly story about Elsie burning toast the first time she tried to impress him. He was perfect for her. The way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. It made my chest ache in the best and worst way. Best because my best friend deserved that kind of love. Worst because it reminded me of what I’d lost.Elsie’s family had deep roots here. She’d met Mark during her last visit, and now they were building something real. Her dad was stinking rich…some big property tycoon—but their relationship was a mess. Complicated didn’t

Rielle:“You can’t continue to do this… we are going out to have a little fun,” Elsie said, hands on her hips, giving me that stubborn look she always used when she knew I was about to say no.It reminded me of another time…when she’d dragged me out of my apartment after Adrain Dante had shattered my heart. Same tone, same determined sparkle in her eyes. Back then, I’d been a mess over a different man. Now… it was Zayden. And somehow, this hurt worse.I laughed, but it came out hollow. “Definitely not going,” I said, turning to walk away.She grabbed my arm—playful but firm—and we both stumbled, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of limbs and giggles.“You look like shit,” she said, propping herself up on one elbow, grinning down at me.I couldn’t agree more.My reflection had become a stranger…puffy eyes, dull skin, hair that hadn’t seen a proper brush in days. I was a walking heartbreak.After way too much back-and-forth—her begging, me resisting, her promising it would be low-key—sh

LucasWhen Elsie called me that night, her voice all shaky and worried, I didn’t even hesitate. “Rie’s not doing great,” she’d said. “She’s putting on a brave face, but I can see it…she’s breaking inside. My job’s starting soon, and I’ll be out late. Mark’s great, but she’s not familiar to him like you. Could you… come stay for a bit? Keep an eye on her?”I was on the next flight out.Not because I owed her or anything. No, it was simpler than that. Deeper. The second I heard Rielle’s name, my heart did that stupid flip it always did. Like a kick in the chest, hard and fast, reminding me she was the one person who could make it beat like this without even trying.I knew she loved Zayden. Knew it the way you know the sun’s gonna rise undeniable, burning bright even when it hurts to look at. She talked about him sometimes, late at night when the walls came down, her voice soft and broken. “He was everything,” she’d say, eyes distant, like she was seeing a ghost. It tore me up inside, th

Zayden;It’s been three months and some weeks since I last saw Rielle.Three months and some weeks of this hollow ache that never quite goes away.Some days it’s a dull throb, manageable if I bury myself in work. Other days it’s sharp like someone reaching into my chest and twisting everything until I can’t breathe.I still have her resignation letter.It sits in the top drawer of my desk, folded exactly the way she left it, tucked between the quarterly projections she knew I’d open first thing that morning.I’d waited for her that night.Made her favorite lemon shrimp pasta, the one she always stole bites of when she thought I wasn’t looking. Set the table. Even lit candles like some idiot who thought romance could fix what I’d broken.I called.Once. Twice. Ten times.No answer.Panic crept in slow at first, then all at once.What if something happened? What if she was hurt? What if—I drove to her apartment like a madman, tires screeching around corners.The door was locked.I knoc

Zayden:It’s been 4 months..Four long, dragging months since Rielle walked out of my life,I’m dotted at my desk, flipping through reports on issues I’ve left completely in Linda’s hands.Oh, talking about Linda.We’ve been closer than ever these past months. She lost her grandma—the only real blood family she had left. Cancer, quick and merciless. I was there for the funeral, stood by her side as she stared at the casket, her hand cold in mine. She didn’t cry—not in front of people but later, in my car, she broke. Sobs that shook her whole body. I held her, whispered it would be okay, even though I knew better than anyone that some losses carve holes that never fill. She’s been leaning on me since, and I’ve let her. Stood by her because she stood by me when no one else did. Through the scandals, the late nights, the doubt that almost broke me. She’s family, or as close as I’ve got.And even though I’ve had some doubts toward her these past months…little things that nag at the back o