All Chapters of His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

BLOOD MONEY{Playlist Suggestion: "You Don't Own Me" by SAYGRACE / "bury a friend" by Billie Eilish}~CHELSEA POV~The apartment felt different when I walked in.Usually, the air was stuffy, serious with the scent of cheap cigarettes and my mother's coldness. But today, there was an intense, acrid smell. Like fear.I dropped my keys in the bowl. My phone was buzzing...Zoe asking if I was okay, Kade checking in...but I ignored it. I had a shift at The Mirage in three hours. I needed to shower, eat, and put on my armor."Chelsea."The voice came from the kitchen table. Samuel.I stiffened, my hand instinctively going back to the door handle. But I stopped myself. I wasn't the girl who hid in bathrooms anymore. I was the girl who walked into lion's dens and signed contracts with devils.I walked into the kitchen.Samuel was sitting at the table. A half-empty bottle of vodka sat in front of him. But it was his right arm that caught my attention.It was in a cast. A fresh, white plaster ca

SIGNAL LOSS{Playlist Suggestion: "I Found" by Amber Run / "Earned It" by The Weeknd (Chamber Version)}~KOLT POV~The Mirage was a grave, and I was its unhappy spirit.The last of the bar staff had fled an hour ago, racing to beat the flash flood warnings that were turning the city streets into rivers. The club was silent, a large room made of dark wood and soft fabric that felt smaller than normal. The only noises were the loud pounding of the rain on the black glass walls and the low buzzing of the backup generators below.I sat in my office, the only light coming from the bank of monitors on my wall. A tumbler of expensive scotch sat untouched on my desk. The ice had long since melted, watering down the amber liquid into something useless.I should have been watching the game stream. Kade was playing. It was the biggest night of his career...the night that would decide if he became a Stanford legend or just another Kingston with a trust fund.But I wasn't watching the game. I was

THE UGLY TRUTH{Playlist Suggestion: "fake smile" by Ariana Grande / "idontwannabeyouanymore" by Billie Eilish}~DENVER POV~The Prescott mansion smelled like vanilla and cold air. It was a museum, not a home. Everything was white, beige, or gold. Even the air felt special. I sat on the edge of Valerie's bed, my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands.I shouldn't be here. I should be at Mercy General. I should be sitting in that waiting room with Knox and Kolt, waiting to hear if my best friend would ever run again.But Valerie had called me in tears. "I can't be alone, Den. I'm so scared for him. Please."So, like the idiot I was, I came. Now, twenty minutes later, the tears were gone. Valerie was in her ensuite bathroom, "freshening up" before we went to the hospital. I could hear her humming. She was humming.I looked around the room. It was perfect. Spotless. A shrine to herself. Photos of her on the vanity. Photos of her on the wall. Even her screensaver on the laptop open on he

THE CEILING{Playlist Suggestion: "Liability" by Lorde / "Numb" by Linkin Park}~KADE POV~My mouth tasted like cotton balls soaked in rubbing alcohol.That was the first thing. The second thing was the beeping. It was a rhythmic, annoying chirp that felt like it was drilling directly into my skull.I tried to lift my hand to smack whatever was making the noise, but my arm felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I blinked my eyes open. The light was aggressive. Fluorescent. It burned."He's awake."The voice wasn't soft. It wasn't a nurse. It was the voice that usually presided over board meetings and ruined my weekends.I turned my head. My neck cracked.Warren Kingston was sitting in the corner chair. He wasn't looking at me. He was tapping away on his phone, looking spotless in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than the hospital wing we were in."Dad?" My voice sounded wrecked. Like I had been screaming for hours."Surgery went well," he said, not even looking up from his scr

THE STAKEOUT{Playlist Suggestion: "Obsessed" by Mariah Carey / "Copy of a Copy" by Louis Tomlinson}~ZOE POV~I knew Chelsea was working at The Mirage. I was the one who told her to take the damn money. But I also knew when my best friend was lying to me.For the last week, she'd been... ghostly. She wasn't answering texts until noon. She was skipping our usual coffee runs. And every time I asked how she was getting home from the club at 3 AM, she gave me a different answer."I took the bus.""I grabbed a taxi.""Antonio let me leave early."Bullshit.I checked the bus schedules. The night route doesn't run past 2:00 AM on Tuesdays. And Chelsea is too cheap to pay for a taxi every single night, even with the new paycheck. She's hoarding that cash for Chase's treatments like a dragon on a pile of gold.So, how was she getting home? It was Tuesday night. The air was cold, wet, and smelled like upcoming trouble.I sat in my beat-up Honda Civic, parked across the street from her apartmen