Semua Bab His Ruin: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Drisana “I want to cut off the engagement.” I walked over to his table. “As of today, I, Drisana Varma, don’t want anything to do with Carter Grey any—“ He didn’t even wait for me to finish talking before he burst out laughing. I watched him in disbelief as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “What’s funny? Did you hear what I said?” I asked. “That’s not happening,” he simply said. “W-what do you mean by that’s not happening?” I stuttered. “You didn’t even ask me the reason why I said that.” He adjusted his glasses. “Whatever the reason may be, it’s not happening, Beta.” “He’s cheating on me!” I threw my bag at a nearby chair. “I caught him sleeping with Sloane. My best friend.” “Drisana, Beta, you’re overreacting,” he said gently. “What? I’m overreacting? Walking in on my fiancé fucking my best friend and coming to you to cancel the marriage and you refuse to is overreacting?” “You know we can’t just cancel—“ “Yes, we can. You know we can.” My voice rose despit

Drisana My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I cracked one eye open. My head was pounding from last night’s wine and I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. The screen lit up with notifications. Several photos and headlines with Sloane’s name on them. I sat up fast. There she was, lips locked with Chairman Hayes in the front seat of his car by the old bridge. The shots were taken from multiple angles. It was clear as day. You’d have to be blind to miss that it wasn’t her. Her hand was on his thigh. His fingers in her hair. The first thing that stood out in the photos was the stupid red hair I’d talked her into getting months ago. I’d told her it would look good with her skin tone during the summer. The timestamp was from two nights ago. I stared at the images until my eyes burned. Of course. I knew something was off between her and that chairman during the charity gala last month. The way they looked at each other. The way she disappeared for twenty minutes after his speech.

Armani I sat up slowly in my chair. On the screen, Drisana smiled as if she hadn't just dropped a grenade into the middle of a crowded room. "If she's referring to one of my investors, then yes, I've spoken to a dangerous man before." The crowd went silent. It felt like everyone was holding their breath. "Funny story. A business associate reached out a couple of months ago about a potential collaboration." She shook her head. "The man's conditions were completely ridiculous. The confidence was honestly concerning. He kept insisting we meet outside the office. Apparently, business negotiations are better over lunch." She dramatically placed a hand over her chest. "I tried to be professional. I really did." A few people laughed. "But then he introduced me to duck confit and crème brûlée." She sighed. "At that point, I fear my integrity was no match for French cuisine." The crowd burst into laughter. "So yes, I've had dinner with a dangerous man. A man weaponi

Armani “Sign the contract and move in with me. I’ll help you destroy them all.” I watched her expression change the moment the words left my mouth. For the first time that evening, Drisana looked genuinely caught off guard. Drisana stared at the contract on the table between us, her fingers frozen on the edge of the folder. I remained silent and let her read. With each page she opened, the muscles in her jaw tightened. The color drained from her face, then rushed back in a flush of anger. Her jaw tightened. That little ring on her finger started turning faster, the metal catching the light with each nervous twist. Interesting. Most people skipped ahead when they were shocked. But not Drisana. She read every word. Every clause. Every condition. She was searching for the catch that wasn’t there. That was the part that bothered her. She closed the document with a sharp snap. "A contract marriage proposal, huh?" She lifted the file by one corner. "What makes you think

Drisana I stepped out of the elevator with a quiet smile on my face. The information I received about Armani Rossi this morning was better than I expected. The previous article had already gone viral, drawing far more attention than I’d expected. I finally had the upper hand. I could use what I had on him for a while, keep him guessing, make him sweat. Let him come to me first. The moment the elevator doors opened, I spotted Charlotte waiting outside. One look at her pale face told me something was wrong. “Miss Varma,” she said quickly, falling into step beside me. “A man is waiting for you in your office. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.” I slowed down. “Is it Carter?” “No. I know-I mean I recognize Carter. This man… I’ve never seen him before. He had another guy with him. They just walked past me like I wasn’t even there.” My stomach tightened. I kept walking, heels clicking against the marble floor. I had my fingers crossed, almost wishing it was not who