All Chapters of His Ruin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Drisana Before I could answer, Charlotte appeared beside him carrying two drinks. The moment she saw me she froze, then burst into laughter. "Oh my God." Jax looked between us. "What?" Charlotte reached up and wiped at the corner of his mouth with her thumb. "You missed one." I looked closer. There’s not just one. He has lipstick marks on his collar, jaw, and the side of his neck. There were lipstick marks everywhere. My mouth slowly fell open. “Charlotte.” She looked utterly unapologetic. Jax finally understood. "Oh… Oh. I can explain.” He scratched the back of his neck. "You really can't," Armani muttered. I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh as Charlotte slipped her hand into mine. "I think we should leave before the interrogation starts." "Oh, no," I said. "I’m absolutely interrogating you." "Come on,” she laughed. She gently tugged me toward the lounge area. "Boys aren't allowed." Jax pointed at himself.m"It's my birthday." "Go entertain your guests,” Charlott

Armani Content Warning: This chapter contains mature sexual content intended for adult readers. The elevator arrived with a quiet chime. The doors slid open. We stepped inside together, and as they closed behind us, the music from the party disappeared. Now, it was just us. Her hand rested in mine, warm and impossibly soft. My pulse thudded steadily against my ribs. I glanced at her. She was staring at the floor, her lower lip caught gently between her teeth. Fuck. That tiny, unconscious gesture nearly unraveled every ounce of restraint I had left. I turned to her, backing her against the mirrored wall as the elevator started moving. My mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and aggressive. Her lips were soft and warm, parting under the pressure of mine. I kissed her like I’d been starving for her all night, tongue stroking against hers, deepening the kiss until I felt her hands clutch my shirt. My hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. The heat of her body pressed agains

Drisana The room felt strangely quiet after he left.I stood there for another few seconds, my fingers unconsciously touching the spot on my forehead where he’d kissed me.“…Idiot.”I wasn’t sure if I meant him… or myself.I finished the rest of my breakfast in silence, though I couldn’t taste much of it. My mind kept replaying the last twenty-four hours.“…Get a grip.”I reached for my coffee, hoping it would distract me.*About half an hour later, I called the chauffeur. He arrived almost immediately.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Rossi.”“Good afternoon.”He opened the rear door for me. I settled into the back seat and looked out the window as we pulled away from the hotel.Chicago drifted past in a blur.For once, my thoughts weren’t on work. They kept returning to the same man.To Armani.I rested my head against the window. It was strange. A few months ago, sitting beside him in a car felt awkward.Every conversation felt forced. Every silence felt heavier. Now, the silence wasn’t unc

Morning came far too quickly. I zipped my suitcase shut and took one last look around the bedroom. Three days. That was all this trip was supposed to be. At least that was what everyone else believed.I carried my suitcase downstairs where Armani was already waiting. He looked up from his coffee the moment he heard my footsteps.“Ready?”“As I’ll ever be.”He took the suitcase from my hand before I could protest. I watched him walk ahead of me with the suitcase in one hand. A few months ago, I would’ve rolled my eyes and called him overbearing but today, things are different. By the time I reached the car, he’d already placed my suitcase in the trunk and opened the passenger door for me with an exaggerated gesture.“Your carriage awaits.”I laughed under my breath before getting in. *The drive to the private airfield was quiet. Neither of us felt the need to fill every silence anymore. When the jet came into view, Armani stopped beside me.“I’ll miss you.”The confession was so sim

DrisanaHer lips curled.She burst into laughter. It started as a quiet chuckle. Another followed. Then it became loud and uncontrollable. Within seconds, she threw her head back, laughing so hard her shoulders shook. She couldn’t seem to stop. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as the laughter spilled out of her in uneven, breathless bursts.She laughed until she doubled over in her chair, clutching her stomach as if I’d just told the funniest joke she’d ever heard.My stomach tightened into a cold, hard knot. This wasn’t amusing. It was something else entirely.“Oh…” She clapped her hands together with a sharp crack that made me flinch. “There she is. My best friend.”Her gaze dragged over me slowly, from the elegant coat to the diamond weighing down my finger.“You look different.” She tilted her head, studying me like a specimen. A slow grin split her face. “No… you look prettier. Marriage suits you, Mrs. Rossi.”“Sloane,” I whispered, throat already closing. She ignored me