All Chapters of Ruthless Russo: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dante lifted his gaze from behind his file and smiled at me. Then, his eyebrows drew together as he noticed distress on my face. "What's wrong, buttercup?" He asked. Dariel and Dante were twins. Dante was the elder brother who managed most of the business of the King family. I hated comparison within my brothers. But Alessio and Dante were strict, but caring brothers. Dariel was the opposite, he provided my demanding freedom, trying to understand me. All my brothers cared for me in their own ways. On a strict level, Dante and Alessio were definitely ranked one. "We're heading out." I replied, flashing a smile. "Where to, buttercup?" He asked, returning his gaze back to the file as he turned the page in his file. They should stop calling me that in public. I was no longer a child. Still, I couldn't deny that I liked my nickname. "I'm heading to the club with a friend. I'll catch up with you later." I said while making my way up the stairs. "Alisha

Two Weeks Later: I put down my backpack and made myself comfortable on the couch. Clara was four months pregnant. I was happy for her. "Here, she is!" Aunt said, walking towards me. Instead of going into the house, I decided to sit outside, trying to escape my dead brother's memories. Niko, and Alessio had attended his funeral and they didn't stay for long. I strongly believed they were looking for his killer. Next month, Alessio would shift to our private state. Dad had no intention of leaving his hometown. I looked up at Aunt and flashed my genuine smile. Dariel's death had shattered us. She wasn't alone. Clara, Uncle and Dante also walked towards me. Our family lawyer and his assistant had joined them too. My heart began to thud in fear. "What's happening?" I asked them, eyeing our attorney. Goosebumps rippled through my skin. "Nothing serious, Ara." Dante said as he studied me. He ruffled my hair and he offered hi

Instead of wearing black, I donned an ivory and soft green printed long dress with a slit. I put on my heels, and added a touch of makeup. Shoving my phone in the side pocket of my dress, I headed out my room. "We're running late." Niko said, pressing his lips in a thin line as he looked up from the bottom of the stairs. "I didn't ask you to wait." I muttered, descending the stairs. He frowned as he stared at my heels. "Are you comfortable?" He asked, sounding worried. I stood next to him. I reached his shoulders. I nodded my head. "Aren't we getting late now?" I asked him. "Yes, let's go." He said, holding out his arm for me. I took hold of his hand as I rolled my eyes and I tugged him with me. "The party is in the background." I told him. "Evara, you need to learn all this. You can't do this to your husband. It will be embarrassing." He said. I stopped walking, and blinked my eyes in disbelief. I turned and glance

A piercing pain surged through my arm. My glassy eyes stared at him. I bit hard on the slice of lemon that I had just swallowed from the glass. My teeth felt sour. I wanted to spit out. Someone forced it down my throat, telling me I needed to swallow it if you wanted to go home. She was asking me something, saying something. I didn't remember. She was talking about freedom. She helped me to give them freedom. I felt uncertain. I was captured here. They were injecting drugs to me. I had no idea what kind of drug it was, but it kept me asleep most of the time, I couldn't see anything clearly. I swallowed the bitter juice, hoping her stupid idea would succeed. My mind was foggy, all I wanted to do was keep myself awake. I looked up at the blurry figure. I blinked several times to have a clear vision of him. Finally, I worked and I had a clear view of him. I would never forget that wicked, smirking face. But as my eyes blinked, my sight turned blurry again

I extended my trembling hand forward and gripped the door knob tightly, despite the pain from my bruises. I was dreading what would be waiting for me on the other side of the door. Nonetheless, I twisted it. My heart beat loudly in my chest as the door clicked open. The flashes of last time hovered in the back of my mind. I was frightened, but I couldn't bear to stay in the room. Even though it was a beautiful and much better room than the last one where the bad people had kept me in. I pulled it open and cautiously peered out, my gaze falling on my bare feet. It was warm here. A grand hall, decorated with expensive furniture greeted me. I lifted my eyes to the ceiling where a stunning chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling. My heart thumped louder in my chest. Gulping, I stepped out of the room. A smile formed on my face as I took in the beauty around me. I made my way down the stairs. Another enormous hall came into view. Suddenly, someo