All Chapters of The Architect Of My Ruin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elara walked down the aisle, her hand resting on her father's arm.The hall was breathtakingly lavish, decorated with the same opulence as their engagement party.Aside from Killian’s parents, a handful of trusted staff, and a dozen formidable associates whose unreadable expressions she had never seen before, the room was almost ghostly quiet.Then, her eyes drifted to the altar.Killian stood beside the priest. His gaze was locked onto her, so focused, unblinking, and intense.'I will never get used to the way he looks at me.' a cold shiver trailing down her spine. 'It’s terrifying... like he’s looking right through my skin, and it’s impossible to read what’s going on in his head.'"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Arthur asked softly when he felt her body tense beside him.Elara looked up at her father."I'm okay, Dad."When they finally reached the altar, Killian immediately extended his hand waiting for her.Arthur stared at Killian with unbridled hatred. He looked down at Killian's

Elara made her way down the staircase, smoothing her clothes as she headed toward the dining hall. She froze the moment her eyes fell on the dining table. It was overflowing with an extravagant spread of rich dishes, far more food than was ever served on a normal afternoon. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Vane.." Mrs. Wilson greeted her, stepping forward with a big smile. "What is all this?" Elara asked, gesturing bewilderedly to the massive feast before her. Mrs. Wilson gave her a gentle look. "Oh, you must be exhausted after last night, dear. You need to replenish your strength." Elara’s eyes widened "What are you–" "Mrs. Wilson, please do not embarrass my wife." Killian’s voice interrupted through the room, appearing at Elara’s side. Before she could step away, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him kissing her cheek. "Oh, my sincere apologies, Sir!" Mrs. Wilson chuckled, before discreetly retreating toward the kitchen. The moment she was out of sight, Elara sna

“Because as long as your father's life remains in my hands, as long as his company relies on my company, and as long as I hold the power to put men like Roman in early graves... you will sign whatever paper I put in front of you. And you will love doing it.” Killian’s words echoed repeatedly in her head as she paced the bedroom. 'Ugh! Psycho!' What kind of man behaved like this?! But more importantly... why? 'Why was he so unhinged, so possessively obsessed with me? Have our paths crossed somewhere before this contract was ever drawn up? Before he offered to help?' Elara shook her head, trying to dismiss the unsettling thought. It was impossible. Her father had kept her on a strict leash for as long as she could remember, he loves her do much, but rarely allowing her to attend high-society galas or industry parties. There was no way she could have met Killian Vane without knowing it. She halted her pacing, her eyes locking onto her phone on the edge of the mattress, she rushe

The next morning.."Good morning, Mrs. Vane." Mrs. Wilson greeted Elara as she saw her approaching. Her gaze drifted toward the head of the table, and found Killian already sitting there, his eyes fixed entirely on her.The moment their gazes locked, he looked head away, picking up his linen napkin.Elara took her seat.."I trust you slept well?"She managed a quiet nod with a polite smile. Mrs. Wilson bowed her head slightly, gestured for the maid to follow, and quietly withdrew from the room.Silence descended upon the dining hall, thick and suffocating.Elara stole a glance across the table. Killian looked immaculately dressed in a charcoal suit, though the subtle tension in his broad shoulders betrayed his quiet morning facade.He calmly picked up his cutlery, his attention focused solely on his plate.Elara picked up her fork, preparing to take a bite, when a black leather folder slid across the table surface, coming to a rest directly beside her plate.She looked at the folder,

"Do you have a lover?"Killian frowned, caught completely off guard."A lover?" he repeated, confused."Yes, a lover. Do you have one?""Do you count?" a smirk returning to his face. "Because you are the only one I have."Elara narrowed her eyes, stepping directly into his personal space. Killian blinked, surprised by her sudden boldness.Reaching out, she gripped his silk tie and pulled him down until they were breathing the same air."Really? Only me?" she demanded softly.Killian smiled entirely unbothered by her aggressive grip."Yes. Only you." He paused, his eyes searching hers with amusement. "Tell me... would you be jealous if I had a lover before you?"Elara immediately released his tie and took a step back.."Don't be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of your past?" She furrowed her brows, crossing her arms. "Even if you had a lover 'now' that wasn't me, I wouldn't care."The playful glint in Killian's eyes vanished instantly."You are the only one I have, Elara," he said.