All Chapters of Theirs To Ruin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Growing up, father always told me that one day I'll get to live the perfect life. A life where I would have everything I want, and would never have to go hungry again. A life where I would have maids at my beck and call, and the world at my feet. What he did not tell me however, was the fact that in order to live that life, I'll pay a price. Like giving up my simple and personal routine for more extravagant and irrelevant things such as dressing up like I'm attending a high class event when in fact it's just a simple family dinner.Well, I guess it's not regarded as a simple family dinner if I have to wear all this jewelry and makeup. I stare at the stranger in the mirror and sigh. I am a far cry from how I looked weeks ago. Nadia somehow managed to arrange my wild, curly dark hair into a bun. The dress I have on is way too tight, I can barely breathe in it. How I was able to fit myself and my curves into it is a miracle. Well not all my curves. An outrageous amount of my breasts a

I've been engaged to Alberto for over three months and never has he raised his voice at me, talk less of his hands. But here he is, staring at me like he'll love to strangle me.He slaps me a second time and my head whips to the side, the sting blooming across my cheek so violently my eyes water on instinct.For a second, I can’t even breathe. I just stare at the floor, frozen, pulse hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal.“Alberto…” I choke out, but my voice barely forms. Not to mention my throat still burns.He grabs my chin in a bruising grip, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His pupils are blown wide with fury, jaw clenched so tightly a vein pulses at his temple.“You dare fraternize with other men like some common whore?” he spits. “You dare embarrass me? In the midst of others?” His eyes flick down my body with disgust, not desire. He throws a stack of pictures at me. “Is this what you do now? Why, Amelia? What exactly are you trying to prove?”I take a look at the pho

[ AMELIA'S POV]Three years ago, I would have panicked at the sight of the all too familiar handwriting. But not now. Right now, it just leaves an unsettling feeling in my stomach. He's watching me. That means the freak is here in this very club. And to think I was celebrating getting rid of him. Deciding not to dwell on it, I tear up the paper and head out to find Luxe. I find her in the dressing room getting ready for another night of making men spend their cash. " If it ain't mi favourite bitch in town!” She rushes towards me and envelopes me in a tight, almost suffocating hug. “Girl I missed yo ass like crazy!" I laugh, stepping further into the room. “I missed you too, Luxe." She looks me up from my head to my toe and whistles. “Damn girl you are fine as fuck. Your fiance sure is treating you well." “Yeah," I breathe out, falling back flat on the bed. “If only he weren't my grandfather with a huge turn off in the form of a pot belly." Luxe laughs and returns her gaze to t

“Madam, this is a high standard party, not some random diner with your friends." Nadia tells me as I run the brush through my curls. “The boss won't appreciate seeing you like this." I roll my eyes at her and turn around. “You're being a pain in my ass, Nadia. What's wrong with my dress?" " Everything!” I ignore her and continue brushing my hair. Of course Nadia would see something wrong with my dress. It's not one of the dresses she always made me wear, those that are three sizes smaller. Tonight, I chose a sleeveless, ankle length black dress with a thigh high slit and a teasing neckline. I pair it with a pair of black heeled sandals and absolutely no makeup. Of course Nadia would be pissed at my choice of clothing and lack of makeup. Not like I care. I already had a shitty day with the letter and stuff so I am in really no mood for any of her bullshit. I apply some gloss to my lips, put on my earrings, necklace and bracelet, and turn around to face her with some bored look on

(AMELIA)In almost twenty two years of knowing Trevor, I've never been as happy to see him as I am right now. Through my slowly blurring vision, I can make out his figure storming into the ladies room. Next second, the hand around my throat is gone and I collapse to the ground, trying to take in as much air as possible to fill my burning lungs. “Wow!" Lucas sneers, wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth. Trevor must have punched him. “So you're not just fucking the father, but the son as well? Tell me, Amelia, are you also fucking his eldest son? Have a thing for rich Mafia families?" Trevor grabs his collar and slams him hard against the wall. “Get. The. Fuck. Out! Before I make you." He lets go of Lucas who glares daggers at me causing me to shrink further into the wall. “I'll get you, bitch." With that he storms out of the bathroom. Trevor is by my side in a second handing me a glass of water. I chug down the glass in one go, my heart pounding so loud, it could be he