Todos los capítulos de His Touch, Her Ruin: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

**Amelia’s POV**The music no longer sounded sweet.My father’s presence tainted everything it touched. The laughter, the warmth, the candlelight, it all dulled under his shadow. I stood by the edge of the room, my fingers nervously tightening around the stem of my champagne glass.He moved through the gathering like he belonged, exchanging polite greetings with people who didn’t know what he was. What he was capable of. Perhaps some knew but pretend not to know.But I did.And yet, tonight... I let him stay.Why?Because some selfish part of me, one that I hated still craved even the illusion of a father. One who remembered my birthday. One who brought a gift.Nico stood not far from me, stiff, tense, eyes never leaving my father. His jaw ticked every time the man moved. I knew he wanted him gone.But he hadn’t said a word, not after I begged him to allow him stay.“Do you want me to walk you to the sitting room?” Matteo appeared beside me, offering a calm smile. “You look like you n

**Amelia’s POV**The van screeched as it turned sharply off the main road, gravel spraying beneath the tires. I was slammed into the side, pain shooting up my tense shoulder. The trees outside grew thicker and wild, endless, and far from everything I knew.My wrists ached, still zip-tied. My legs were cramping, my breath shaky.“You think you can out-run him?” I said, barely able to speak.My father’s jaw clenched. “I don’t need to out-run him. I just need to disappear, before he finds me.”“You think these backroads can hide you from Nico Valente?”He didn’t respond. But the dread in his silence said it all.And then, headlights.Blazing behind us.There were getting closer.In fast pace.Nico.My heart leapt, chest aching with desperate hope.My father cursed and swerved into a narrow dirt road, tires skidding across the forest floor. But it was useless.A loud crash. Metal smashing against metal. The van spun off the road, slamming into a tree with a gut-jarring stop.Then everythi

**Amelia’s POV**The cabin had changed.The quiet, wooded hideaway was now surrounded by strange black SUV cars. Men I didn’t recognize stood at the windows, by the trees, near the gates. All of them watched me like I was a prisoner, or a won prize.I didn’t ask questions anymore. I didn’t waste my breath on the guards, asking them questions. Because they gave no answers. Only food, water, and silence.And now, after three days of waiting in this hidden place, someone different had come.I felt the air shifted the moment he stepped into the room.He didn’t storm in like Nico always did. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. His presence is dominating. Unlike Nico who gave off, the cold, controlling and you don't want to mess with me vibe. This man gave off the calm and dangerous kind of vibe.He walked in like he already owned everything.He is tall. Crisp in black coat. Clean-cut with charcoal eyes.Not someone I recognized but someone I felt I know.The silence stretched bet

**Nico’s POV**Trust is like a glass.Once it gets cracked, it never holds the same weight again.And right now, I was surrounded by too many people holding hammers.I walked into the middle of the compound yard and ordered Matteo to gather every single man. No one was exempt, drivers, techs, guards, soldiers, even the ones I trusted most.They came quickly, lining up in rows, confusion on their faces.I climbed the steps above them and looked out over my empire. The men I grew with. My voice came sharp, deadly and very cold.“There’s a traitor among us.”Murmurs broke out instantly.I raised my voice. “Someone gave away Amelia’s location. Someone knew we were closing in and ran to V like a dog with its tail between its legs.”Silence fell.I descend the step, and walked in front of them slowly, my gaze fixed on everyone."I don't care who you are, or how many hours you have spent for me." If we don't locate the rat in the next ten minutes... I halted, my voice lowering to a deadly wh

**Nico’s POV**Shadows were slicing through the dark as the wind howled across the ridge.The four of us.No heavy equipment.Only blades, silencers, and one direction in mind.The abandoned observatory loomed ahead, barely lit. Its tower broke like a historic ruin. But we were not headed for what was above.The real danger was underground.The steel door rusted but was locked with a contemporary fingerprint scanner, therefore I crouched low at the service exit.Rocco moved forward holding a little gadget.“Thirty seconds,” he murmured.I checked the tree line behind us. There is no movement yet.The lock clicked shut.We were in.The hallway ahead was cold, with cramped cement walls and blinking overhead lights. It was so calm. Too Silent.We marched in single file. Every noise had mattered.Torres led the way, disabling cameras and sensors. Matteo took the rear, scanning for any movement.Then we heard a noise.Laughs from distant voices.Few guards coming from the far corridor. Pro