All Chapters of His Ruin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Drisana The garden had become my favorite place in the house.It was quiet in the mornings, before the staff started moving around and before Armani’s phone inevitably began demanding his attention.I stood beside the small patch of herbs I’d planted weeks ago, one hand resting beneath my stomach. The change was impossible to ignore now.My waist had thickened. My clothes were beginning to fit differently, and the small curve I’d once been able to hide beneath loose dresses had finally become visible.I ran my palm over it slowly. For months, the pregnancy had existed mostly as numbers on a medical form. Weeks. Measurements. Appointments. Now I could see and feel it. My body was making room for someone. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice Armani until his voice came from behind me.“You’ve been standing there for five minutes.”I startled and turned. He stood a few feet away, one hand in his pocket. His eyes dropped to my stomach. I immediately lowered my hand. Something about

ArmaniMy phone rang while I was standing in the courtyard, watching Drisana water the herbs she had insisted on bringing back from the hospital.I glanced at the screen.Enzo.I almost let it ring. I answered on the fourth ring.“What do you want?”A low laugh came through the speaker.“No hello?”“I know you didn’t call to ask how my morning is going.”“Fair enough.”I leaned against the stone railing and watched Drisana move between the plants. There was something peaceful about watching her like this. I had spent years building a life where ordinary was never an option. Enzo had always been very good at reminding me of that.“I hear congratulations are in order,” he said.My expression hardened.“For what?”“Don’t insult me, Armani.” He chuckled. “A son.”I straightened at once, my jaw tightening.“How did you know?”Enzo laughed again.“I have eyes and ears everywhere, mijo. You should know that by now.”Of course he did. Information moves through our world faster than money. A d

ArmaniThe report arrived before breakfast.I was in the study, going through the documents Enzo had sent after the meeting, when Marcus walked in without knocking. That alone made me look up. That was unusual. “What’s wrong?”He closed the door behind him.“We have a problem.”My expression hardened as I put the document down. “Matteo.”Marcus placed a folder on my desk.“What did he do?”I opened it. The first photograph stopped me. Drisana. She was leaving a small café with Agnes. Another showed her getting into a car. Another had been taken outside a shopping center. There were more.Different days. Different clothes. Different locations. All of her. I flipped through them slowly.“Who took these?”“We’re still tracing the people behind the surveillance.”“What exactly has he been asking?”“Her location. Her routines. Who travels with her. Which entrances she uses. How often she leaves the house.”My jaw tightened. I looked down at another photograph. Drisana walking through a m

DrisanaThe nursery still didn’t look finished.There were tiny clothes folded across the bed, some bought by Maya, some by Charlotte, and others I’d picked up because I couldn’t resist them.A small wooden crib stood against the wall. The curtains were still missing. So were the decorations I’d promised myself I would choose once I knew what I wanted. I folded another tiny shirt and placed it inside the suitcase. Charlotte stood in the doorway, watching me.“You’re really leaving. I knew you would eventually.”I looked at her.“Yeah.”She nodded slowly. I closed the suitcase and sat on its edge.“I thought I’d be sadder.” She walked into the room and sat beside me. “You just don’t regret the decision.”I looked down at my hands.“No.”That was the difference. The first time I left, I hadn’t chosen anything. They took me against my will. This time, I was leaving because I’d decided it was what I wanted. Chicago wasn’t somewh

DrisanaBy the final weeks, my body no longer seemed to belong to me.Everything felt uncomfortable.The bed was too soft. The pillows were never in the right place. Sitting for too long made my back ache, standing for too long made my feet swell, and lying down only made me spend ten minutes trying to find a position that didn’t make me want to cry.I shifted again, then sighed. Armani looked up from his phone.“Are you okay? You’ve been doing that for twenty minutes.”“Doing what?”“Moving.”“I can’t get comfortable.”He put his phone down immediately.“Come here.”I looked at him suspiciously.“What are you planning?”“Nothing.”“That sounded suspicious.”His mouth twitched.“Drisana.”I moved closer. He took one of my feet gently into his hands and began rubbing it. I stared at him.“Um… you don’t have to do that.”He didn’t respond and only gave me a smile. His thumbs worked slowly along the sole of my foot. I leaned back against the couch.“Hmm. That feels good.”For a while, n