All Chapters of The Architect Of My Ruin: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

"What are you doing here?" Elara asked..Noticing the raw, intense hunger in Killian’s gaze, Cassius felt a surge of possessive jealousy flare in his chest.Deliberately taking a step forward, Cassius shifted his frame directly into Killian’s line of sight, shielding Elara from his view.Killian’s eyes narrowed, a deadly glare cutting through Cassius. Instead of backing down, Cassius let an arrogant smirk curl his lips."What a surprise seeing you here, Killian." Cassius drawled.."Mr. Blackwood?" Elara’s father called out, as he stood up slowly from behind his desk, his eyes darting anxiously between the men.Elara tried to step out from behind Cassius's shoulder, moving toward her father, but before she could take two steps, Cassius reached out and seized her waist, yanking her back against his side."Stop. Fucking. Touching her.." Killian growled..Every muscle in Killian's broad chest was coiled tight.Seeing Cassius’s fingers dug into Elara’s hip, combined with the silence from h

Cassius stared at her frozen face for a long beat, before his shoulders suddenly began to shake. A low chuckle escaped his lips, breaking the dead silence of the restaurant."Relax, Elara..." Cassius murmured, taking a slow sip of his vintage red wine, his eyes glinting with amusement over the crystal rim."I'm not a serial killer. 'Yet.' Though I won't lie to you... I do love the thrill of it. The quiet authority of taking a life... it’s surprisingly soothing."nausea washed over Elara, her stomach knotting into a tight ball of disgust."Anyways... to answer your question.." Cassius continued, "I was there on an assignment. I was working inside a high-level syndicate circle back then, and we had a rat in our logistics pipeline. The bosses needed him eliminated quietly. It turned out the kid was a teenager who happened to attend your private academy... and because I had a young, college-aged face back then, they sent me inside the gates to hunt him down."Elara’s breath hitched in her

"Smoke?" James offered, pulling a silver case from his jacket pocket and flicking it open. "No," Damien replied coldly as he kept his hands tucked inside his coat pockets. James looked at him for a beat before a low, bitter chuckle escaped his throat. "Of course..." he muttered under his breath, snapping the case shut. "You're a fucking Vane." "Is there an actual reason you pulled me out here, Miller?" Damien asked, his eyes narrowing. "Or are you just wasting my time?" James throat bobbing nervously under Damien's gaze. He hesitated, shifting his weight before finally forcing the question out. "How... how is Rosaline?" Damien’s jaw locked instantly into stone. A silence fell over the corridor, Damien’s eyes flashed with fury. Then, a slow smirk curled the corners of his lips. "My 'wife'..." Damien began, placing emphasis on the word, "...is doing exceptionally well. She is thriving, breathtakingly beautiful every single day, and utterly happy." James gulped, the color drain

Cassius didn't wait for the valet. He immediately opened his door, rounded the hood and pulled Elara’s door wide. he offered a palm..She swallowed down an inward sigh, placing her fingers into his grip. The moment her feet hit the ground, Cassius pulled her firmly against his chest, his arm sliding around her waist to keep her against his side. He bent his head down, his lips brushing softly against the back of her hand, right over the diamond ring he had forced onto her finger. "Breathtaking..." Cassius murmured against her skin.. Elara forced a tight, brittle smile to her lips, reclaiming her hand with a subtle tug. "Let's... go inside, Cassius." Cassius gave a single satisfied nod, guiding her past the velvet ropes into the building.. Inside, the ballroom was a spectacle of suffocating luxury. Live orchestra music drifted from the mezzanine.. Elara’s blue eyes swept over the dense crowd, a faint, instinctual frown tugging at her forehead. Cassius felt the subtle tension