All Chapters of His Ruin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Armani“Again.”The young man swallowed.“I—I don’t have it.” He shook his head frantically. “I swear.”I looked at Diego. He didn’t say a word. He just nodded once. One of the guards dragged the young recruit to his feet and forced him against the warehouse table. The shipment manifest lay open between us.One crate had gone missing. It was stolen. The recruit broke first.“I-I made a mistake. I was going to return it.”“You stole from me. You’ve made several mistakes.” I folded the manifest and handed it to Diego. “Recover the shipment.”“And him?”I looked at the recruit. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-three. He looked like life had been drained out of him. Sweating and already crying.“You know the rules.”Diego understood immediately. He signaled to the others. The recruit struggled.“Mr. Rossi, please! I’m sorry! Please!”His voice faded as they dragged him deeper into the warehouse. I closed my eyes briefly. I’d warned them from the beginning.There was one rule. Never

Chapter 54 Armani The bedroom door clicked shut behind me. I didn’t look back. If I did, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk away. I made my way to the study in silence. The moment I stepped inside, I closed the door and rested both hands on the edge of my desk. My head dropped. Everything had fallen apart in a single night. I let out a slow breath and ran a hand through my hair. I had planned every step, every possibility, every threat, every escape route except her. I underestimated her. A bitter laugh escaped me. She had beaten me at my own game. She’d fooled the men I assigned to protect her. She’d reached Mexico without anyone realizing. She’d found Sloane, came home, found the hidden room, and somehow, she’d guessed the passcode. Her birthday. Of course it would be her birthday. I closed my eyes. I should’ve known she’d try it. I knew what I’d done was wrong. I’d known from the beginning. Normal people didn’t fill rooms with photographs or install hidden cameras and keep

ArmaniThe meeting dragged on longer than it should have. I barely heard half of what was being said.They were discussing something about numbers, reports, and shipments. Everything blurred together. My mind stayed at the mansion. With her.A knock came against my office door.“Come in.”Diego stepped inside.“Boss. A messenger from Enzo.”I frowned. “Send him in.”A middle-aged man entered a moment later. He bowed respectfully before handing me a sealed envelope.“It’s from Don.”I broke the seal immediately. The letter was short.The family is gathering in two days. Return to the estate before everyone arrives. Your presence is required.No explanation. There never was. I folded the paper.“When did he send this?”“This morning.”I checked the date again. I’d have to leave tonight. The drive alone would take hours. I rubbed the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t leave now. Not when Drisana hated me. Not when she’d tried to escape only yesterday. But ignoring Enzo wasn’t an option either

The pounding in my head was the first thing I noticed.It felt like someone was driving nails into my skull. I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow, hoping the darkness behind my eyelids would somehow make it stop. It didn’t.Slowly, I forced my eyes open. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. I blinked several times, trying to focus. Why did my head hurt so much? I pushed myself upright. The room spun. I immediately regretted moving.“…What happened?”Fragments of last night flashed through my mind. Wine. A silk nightdress. Armani. His face and voice. He said something about leaving. I frowned. None of it made sense. It felt more like a strange dream than a memory. I rubbed my temples.“No…” I muttered to myself. “I definitely dreamed that.”The thought had barely crossed my mind before my stomach lurched violently.“Oh…”I clamped a hand over my mouth and stumbled toward the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before throwing up. The nausea seemed endle

Drisana Content Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence, gunfire, serious injuries, and traumatic events. The pistol never wavered. It remained pointed directly at me. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. “…Agnes?” My voice barely came out as a whisper. She didn’t answer. Her expression was unlike anything I had ever seen before. There was no warmth or kindness. Only absolute focus. The hand holding the gun trembled ever so slightly. “Agnes…” My throat tightened. “What are you doing?” Her eyes never met mine. They were fixed somewhere behind me. Then she spoke. Her voice was low. “Mrs. Rossi… get down.” My pulse quickened as I frowned. “What?” “NOW!” The scream tore through the hallway. Instinct took over. I threw myself sideways. A deafening gunshot exploded through the mansion. The bullet whistled past where my head had been less than a second earlier. Glass shattered somewhere behind me. Another shot followed immediately. My ears rang. I hit t