All Chapters of His Ruin: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DrisanaI knew something was wrong the moment Agnes appeared at my bedroom door with an expression that suggested she had already apologized for whatever was about to happen.“A guest is waiting for you downstairs.”“Who?”Agnes hesitated.“Mrs. Bellini.”“Mrs. Belly-what?” I narrowed my eyes at the unfamiliar name. “Is that a person or another Italian dish I’m supposed to pretend I know?”“She says she has come to speak with you about your duties.”“My duties?”Agnes gave me a sympathetic look.“Yes, ma’am.”“I’ve been here less than two weeks and somehow I already have duties?”“You’re the wife of the Don now.” Agnes smiled faintly.Apparently, that explained everything.I changed before going downstairs. When I entered the drawing room, an elderly woman was already sitting there.She was dressed impeccably in a dark green suit, her silver hair pinned neatly at the back of her head. A pearl necklace rested around her throat, and the handbag beside her looked expensive enough to pay

DrisanaI hadn’t expected anyone else to be in Armani’s study when I walked in.A woman stood beside the desk, going through a stack of documents while Armani sat behind it.They both looked up. Armani’s attention settled on me first.“Perfect timing.”I stopped near the doorway and looked at the woman beside him.She was probably around my age, perhaps a few years older. Dark hair pulled into a neat low bun. A tailored brown suit. No unnecessary jewelry. Everything about her looked deliberate.She closed the folder in her hands.“Drisana Rossi.”Drisana Rossi?My ears had to be playing tricks on me. She didn’t just address me like that.I raised an eyebrow at how casually she said my name, as though we were already familiar with each other.I stepped farther into the room.“You already know who I am.”“I’ve heard a lot about you.”Something about the way she said it made me glance at Armani. His expression hadn’t changed.“This is Elena Matthew,” he said. “She handled logistics for m

ArmaniShe had been trying to hit me for the last ten minutes.Usually, Drisana was focused during training. Tonight, she was irritated.There was a difference.She drove her fist toward my shoulder. I blocked it. She swung again. I caught her wrist.“Too wide.”“I know.” She pulled free. “Again.”I raised an eyebrow.“You’re angry.”“I’m not.”She came at me again. I stepped aside.“You’re definitely angry.”“I said I’m not.” She said through gritted teeth. Her elbow nearly caught my ribs. I moved back just in time.“That was deliberate.”“So?” Then she raised her hands. “Are we training or talking?”I almost smiled.“Neither. You’re not concentrating.”“I am.”“No. You are not.”She crossed her arms.“You seem very certain.”“I’ve trained men twice your size who could hide their emotions better.”Her eyes narrowed.“I don’t care. I said I’m fine.”“You’ve said that three times.”She looked away and didn’t say anything.I took a slow breath.“Elena.”Her head turned sharply.There

DrisanaMorning came quietly.For a few seconds after I opened my eyes, I didn’t remember where I was.Then I felt the warmth beside me. I turned my head. Armani was already awake.He was sitting against the side of the bed, his hair slightly disheveled, his shirt wrinkled from the night before.He was watching me.Almost as though he was afraid that speaking first would break whatever had happened between us.I looked around the room. Luca was asleep in his crib across the room. The fever had broken sometime before dawn.Thank God.I pushed myself upright. Armani’s eyes followed the movement.“Good morning.”His voice was quiet.“Morning.”Neither of us said anything else.The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was simply full of things neither of us knew how to say yet.I looked down at my hands. Then at him.“About last night.”His expression changed.Only slightly.He sat straighter. I could tell he was preparing himself for whatever I was about to say.“I meant it. I don’t want to

ArmaniThe old man sat across from us in the study, his hands folded neatly over the head of his cane.He hadn’t said much since he arrived.He had asked for water. Declined coffee. Then sat there in silence, staring at the floor for several seconds before finally lifting his eyes to mine.Drisana sat beside me. Her hand had been in mine since he entered the room.I hadn’t asked her to stay and she hadn’t asked if she should leave. Neither of us had needed to say anything.The old man took a slow breath.“My name is Lorenzo Corvi.”I studied him.The name meant something. Not enough to place immediately, but enough to tell me he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he had once served my father.“I worked for Don Rossi for twenty-two years,” he continued. “I was there before Enzo came into the family.”Drisana’s fingers tightened around mine.Lorenzo noticed. His gaze moved briefly to her before returning to me.“I know why you asked me to come.”“Then you know what I want to hear.”H