All Chapters of His Ruin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Drisana The first thing I heard was laughter. Loud and mocking. It pulled me from the darkness before I was ready.“Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”“Took her long enough,” Another voice snorted. My eyelids fluttered open. The cabin lights stung my eyes. I frowned, trying to focus. My head felt heavy, as though someone had driven a nail into the back of my skull. The throbbing returned almost immediately. I lifted a hand to the sore spot, only to hiss in pain.“Careful,” one of the men said with a chuckle. “You’ll make it worse.”The others laughed again. I pushed myself into a sitting position, glaring at them.“What…” My throat felt dry, “…what’s so funny?”One of the masked men leaned back lazily in his seat.“You.” Another pointed toward me. “You should’ve seen yourself. You were out like a light.”Their amusement only made my stomach churn. I looked around. The private jet. The same four masked men. So it hadn’t been a nightmare. I was still here.“Where are we?” I swallowed hard. I w

ArmaniThe library was the only quiet place in the entire estate. Or at least it had been.“So this is where you’re hiding. I’ve been looking for you.”Bianca closed the door behind her and walked toward me. She wore an ivory silk dress, a crystal wine glass dangling from her fingers. I watched her approach without moving. I already knew what this was. Another attempt to get under my skin. “I wasn’t hiding.”“No?” She stopped in front of me. “I checked everywhere. And yet…” She reached up and brushed something invisible from my lapel. “…here you are.”I stepped back before her fingers could linger. The last thing I needed was another rumor. Especially not now, with Drisana’s name already circulating through this house like smoke.“Careful. You’ll make people talk.”“They already do.” She smiled and let her fingers slide toward my tie. “They say Father trusts you more than his own children. I wonder why.”“You’ll have to ask him.” I removed her hand and let it drop. Her skin felt cold

DrisanaConsciousness returned slowly. The first thing I noticed was the silence.Not the familiar silence of the Rossi mansion. That place had never truly been quiet. There was always the distant hum of the security system, the faint footsteps of guards changing shifts, Agnes humming somewhere downstairs, or the rustle of trees outside the terrace whenever the wind picked up.This silence was different. My eyelids fluttered open. The ceiling above me wasn’t white. It was intricately carved wood, decorated with floral patterns I had never seen before. Sunlight spilled through sheer curtains, painting the room in pale gold.I stared for several seconds. Hoping everything would rearrange itself into something I recognized. It didn’t.My body ached. Every muscle felt stiff from sleeping in the same position for too long. My mouth was dry. My head still carried the dull weight of whatever had been used to keep me unconscious.I pushed myself upright. The room swayed. I waited until the di

Drisana Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of domestic and physical abuse, as well as emotional manipulation. I stopped counting the days. At first, I had scratched tiny marks into the wooden leg of the bedside table, determined not to lose myself. One line. Then another. Then another. Somewhere after the fifteenth mark, I realized it didn’t matter anymore. Morning and night had become the only measure of time I had left. Morning. Raj. Night. Raj. Everything in between was silence. The room had become my entire world. The same cream-colored walls. The same tall windows that overlooked a garden I wasn’t allowed to step into. The same locked door. The same tray of food that arrived only when someone remembered I still needed to eat. The jasmine flowers by the window had long since wilted. No one replaced them. Neither did I ask. There was no point decorating a prison. I sat on the floor beside the bed, my back resting against the mattress. Outside, birds

Drisana The morning began before the sun had fully risen. I knew because I was awakened by the sound of soft footsteps moving around my room.By the time I opened my eyes, the bedroom no longer belonged to me.Women moved in and out carrying garment bags, velvet jewelry boxes, trays filled with cosmetics, fresh flowers, and neatly folded fabrics in shades of crimson, ivory, and gold.No one asked whether I had slept well. No one asked how I was feeling.Today, I wasn’t Drisana.I was the bride.One of the women noticed I was awake and smiled warmly.“Good morning, ma’am.”Within seconds, the room became even busier. Someone drew the curtains open. Another disappeared into the dressing room—a third placed breakfast on the coffee table.The smell alone made my stomach turn. I hadn’t recovered from everything Raj had put me through. The bruises beneath my clothes still ached. The memory of yesterday still clung to me like a second skin.The video.Armani.Blood.I closed my eyes. If I a