All Chapters of Ruined: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

24 Chapters

Kyle’s Reality

The alarm goes off around 5:00am, loud and shrill. Kyle knocked it off with a groan and stared at the cracked ceiling above him. Noise coming from the fan above doing little to stir the heavy air in the room.Another Day.He sat up slowly, the old mattress groaning beneath him. His room, if it could be called that, was the size of a rich man’s wardrobe. One narrow bed, a rusted fan, Walls painted a dull-peeling-grey. In the corner, a half broken dresser and a cracked mirror barely clung to the walls.Kyle dragged himself to the sink in the bathroom, and splashed water on his face. Sharp and real. His eyes found the broken mirror. Still the same man but a different surname, Kyle Brooklyn instead of Kyle Rutherford, mixed skin, curly black hair that needs a trim, Brown eyes heavy with something more than sleep. The ghost of who he used to be, clung to his reflection. The boy who once had a future. A family. A name that meant something.He walked back into his room. On his cupboard, sit

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Square Times

Kyle hated night shifts. On days like this, he wakes up past noon. Not because he wanted to, but because the sun leaked through the torn blinds of his single room apartment and made sleep impossible. He sat up slowly,shaking off the fragments of dreams he never remembered. He had to freshen up. The air in his small apartment hung with the scent of instant coffee and old books. His mornings were sacred, quiet hours. He spent them walking through the city’s back alleys with his headphones on, sometimes sketching in the notebook he kept hidden beneath a stack of apartment receipts.Kyle wasn’t chasing anything tangible during the day, just quiet. Peace. A place where no one asked too many questions. He pulled up his jacket and just as he’s about to step out, his phone rang. Finn. He slides to the right. “Hey man” “Yo, I’m stealing you today, Square Times. Don’t argue..” Kyle’s lip twitched. Finn had always been the relentless kind, sunshine wrapped in designer boots and charm. He was ev

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Into The Past

Kyle slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against his back, and shut the door quietly. The garage was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the dashboard as he turned the key. The engine rumbled to life, its sound low and steady, echoing slightly. He shifted into reverse, the gear clicking into place. With one hand on the wheel and the other draped over the passenger seat, he turned to glance over his shoulder. The car began to move slowly backward.He eased the car out with practiced control, tires rolling gently over the concrete. Once he cleared the garage, he straightened the wheel, shifted into drive, and pulled away into the cool night air slipping through the window.“Don’t walk. Run!” he rolled his eyes as he heard the voice again. Fucking rich people. He darted his eyes to the center console, saw a book, but it was the name who caught his eyes. Williams Thorne. Williams. Thorne. Those names. Kyle’s breath began to pace so fast that a memory flashed before his eyes.“Stay

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

The Art of Emptiness

~Williams~The city hadn’t changed a bit. Still the same thing that happens every day. One can say it’s a boring life to live. Which they aren’t lying about.Williams stood on the private balcony of his penthouse suite, one hand curled loosely around the edge of the steel rail. From this height, everything below looked manageable. Predictable. Small. But he knew better.He believed life was about control. He didn’t care for the chaotic optimism people dressed up as ambition. He didn’t trust the fragile highs of love, fame, or beauty, none of it lasted. What did last, however, was power. The kind no one sees until it’s already shaped their life. He hadn’t always thought this way. But that was before. His father was always talking about how to lead and be on your own, trusting nobody but learning to work with anybody. His father was two-faced, one for cameras and the other for anyone he’s dealing with. Sometimes he wonders how his mum fell for his dad and why she stood by him. If it wa

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Some Reunion

Williams stood in front of the door, his hand hovering mid-air as he breathed in and out, trying to steady himself. He hadn’t even knocked yet when the door flung open. “Brother!” Paula stood there, a baby in her arms and joy on her face. “I could hug you right now but..” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Williams gave her a gentle side hug anyway, careful not to disturb the baby. “Mom didn’t tell me you’d be coming over. What is this? Some surprise family reunion?” He stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and slinging it lazily over the back of a chair. “Maybe,” Paula said with a grin. “She’s in the kitchen. Let me go let her know you’re here.” She rushed off down the hallway, her voice fading as she disappeared into the house. The family house was small but filled with so much security on the outside. If it detects anyone that’s not family, the alarm goes off and directly calls the private cops his dad has. Williams didn’t ask about Dad. He never did. The man was a walking fortress of tig

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

Behind The Wheel

“You, have a safe trip and try to visit always and call as well,“ his mother’s voice was warm but with that familiar worry she never quite hid. She reached up, wrapping her arms around him, Williams returned the hug with a small smile. “I’ll try,” he murmured. Next came his sister, Paula, who squeezed him tight enough to make his ribs ache. She pulled back, her eyes shining before she glanced toward her husband. Williams followed her gaze, giving the man a short, respectful nod. The husband returned it without a word.Stepping outside, Williams inhaled deeply. The cool evening air was a relief after the thick, warm scent of home cooking still clinging to his clothes. He slid into his car, the leather seats creaking faintly under his weight, and drove away. The familiar silhouette of the hotel rose in the distance, The Orlens hotel. The glow from the tall windows spilled golden light onto the pavement, giving the place a certain warmth. Pulling up to the entrance, he handed his keys to

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

Two Turns

~Kyle~The name echoed in Kyle’s head long after the night ended. Williams Thorne,. He never thought the day would come. But it had. And now, the thought of revenge hummed through his veins like poison he’d been saving for years. He would bring the Thorne’s family down, piece by piece, if he had to.The red digits on the alarm clock blinked back at him: 12:02 a.m. Past midnight. Another sleepless night, another storm of thoughts. He dragged in a breath and let it out slowly, nodding to himself as if that would steady him. “This is for good,” he whispered into the dark.Rising from his bed, Kael crossed the tiny room turned the lights on and moved to the rust-stained fridge right in the corner. Its hinges groaned when he pulled it open. Inside: two bottles of rum, half a pack of chocolate biscuits, and a single bottle of water. Nothing more. He sighed. Just him, in this crumbling house where things always ran out. At least Finn was dragging him out later today for groceries, clothes, w

Last Updated : 2025-08-17

The Pull

The grocery bags sat neatly on Kyle’s counter, but he hadn’t unpacked a single thing. His hands rested on the chipped wooden surface, gripping the edge as though it could anchor him. The laughter from earlier, Finn’s careless grin, the way he nudged him, insisting he try samples he had no interest in, still echoed in his head. It felt wrong.Wrong that someone like Finn could drag him out of his darkness for a few fleeting hours. Wrong that his chest tightened when Finn leaned in too close, smelling faintly of mint and aftershave. Wrong when every part of him screamed that his only purpose was revenge. But then, Williams Thorne’s name slipped into his mind like a blade. The heir. The face. The arrogance. The family that destroyed everything Kyle once had.The sound of his fridge filled the silence. He finally moved, pulling out a bottle of water instead of the rum this time. His head was clearer. Focused. Then his phone buzzed. Finn. Again. Kyle hesitated before answering. “Yeah?” “Yo

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

The Gateway

Kyle stood stiff in the valet tent, hands hidden in the pockets of his pressed black trousers, his chest rising and falling with quiet control. To the untrained eye, he looked calm, just another valet waiting for the next guest, another invisible man just doing his job at the Orlen Hotel. But under the neat uniform and practiced expression, his pulse throbbed like a warning bell.His gaze tracked the curve of a sleek black Bentley gliding past the hotel’s front archway. His partner, Brian, jogged out with that half-run valets used when pretending to hurry without actually risking a dent. He slid into the car, smooth and professional, before steering it into the underground garage. Coincidentally paired up with Mike and Brian again, Kyle exhaled slowly. A habit. A shield. The Orlen Hotel was not just another luxury playground for the rich. Not anymore. Not after last week. Because last week he had discovered that the Minister of wealth and investment, Gabriel Thorne who is linked to h

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

Into The Shallow

~ Williams ~ Adrianne led the way, his hurried steps clicking against the floor like nervous ticks. Williams followed at a steady, unhurried pace, hands sliding into his pockets. If Adrianne thought rushing would unsettle him, he was wrong. Williams had long ago mastered the art of moving at his own speed, making others stumble to catch up. “Is this going to waste my time, Adrianne?” Williams’ voice cut through the silence, cool and precise. Adrianne flinched but didn’t slow. “No, sir. I..it’s not…. You’ll understand when you see.” The elevator ride down was thick with tension. Williams’ jaw shifted once, his expression unreadable in the mirrored walls. Adrianne kept his eyes glued to the floor, his bald head glistening under the dim light. When the doors slid open, the air was different. Colder. The lobby, usually a polished theater of warmth and wealth, had an undercurrent tonight, something taut, like a violin string pulled too tight. A few late guests whispered near the check-

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

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