All Chapters of The Architect Of My Ruin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter Eighty One.

Killian opened the car door, extending his hand toward her. Elara smiled, slipping her hand into his as she stepped out thw driveway of the Vane estate. The moment they walked into the living area of the mansion..The men were already gathered, waiting. Kiel was leaning casually against the mantelpiece, a smirk instantly forming on his lips the second he saw her. Sin stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes tracking her every move. At the center of it all sat Damien, his legs elegantly crossed as he observed Killian and Elara walking in together. Elara swept her gaze over the room, taking in the overwhelming presence of her husband's family, all in one place this time. Her heart giving a nervous flutter. 'You have got this.' She took a quiet, fortifying breath and lifted her chin. She didn't shrink under their assessing stares. Instead, she looked directly at Damien.. "How is your wrist, Sin?" she asked, her voice clear and steady. Sin flinched. He aggress

Chapter Eighty Two.

Elara stood by the desk, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her phone, while Rosaline casually leaned against the bookshelves, watching her. "Are you sure you can do this, Elara?" Rosaline asked, "You are walking straight into a viper's nest." Elara took a deep breath and gave a firm nod. "I can.." she answered, her voice steadying. "I just have to be incredibly careful. If Cassius truly has an interest in me, stalling him and playing along is the only advantage we have to get close enough to strike." Rosaline looked at her for a long moment, a smile spreading across her face. "I knew Killian picked the right woman the second I saw him losing his mind over you.." Rosaline said.. Elara couldn't help but smile.. Suddenly, the phone in her hand began to vibrate. She glanced down at the screen, letting out a small breath of relief. She quickly swiped to answer. "Hey, Princess.." Arthur’s voice came through. "I just sent Mr. Blackwood's private contact information to your p

Chapter Eighty Three.

9:30pmThe bedroom was peaceful silence..Killian lay on his side, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of his wife's face.She was completely worn out, sleeping deeply after the rough intensity of their intimacy.A tender smile touched his lips.He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her flushed cheek before slowly pulling himself.He slid silently out of the bed. The moonlight caught his broad, naked shoulders as he walked across the room.Picking up a pair of gray sweatpants from a chair, he pulled them on, letting them hang low and loose on his narrow hips.He paused at the doorway, looking back over his shoulder to check on Elara one last time.The softness entirely vanished from his eyes. He stepped out and quietly closed the door.Almost immediately as he stalked down the hallway, his phone vibrated in his hand.Killian looked down at the screen.He didn't answer right away. He waited until he was in his private study.He stood in the center of the room, refusing to even tur

Chapter Eighty Four.

'He is doing that creepy stare again'. Elara thought gripping her silver fork.She kept her eyes glued to her food, trying desperately to ignore his gaze. 'How much longer do I have to sit here and endure this nightmare?'She cleared her throat.."So, Mr. Blackwood–""Please, call me Cassius.." he interrupted, "I believe we have grown close enough to drop the formalities."Elara swallowed the bitter retort burning on her tongue."Okay... Cassius. Anyway, regarding your inve–""How long have you known Killian?" he asked, completely cutting her off again..Elara raised a eyebrow, her guard instantly spiking.'So we are going straight into that huh'"Two years.." she answered, keeping her expression completely neutral.Cassius leaned forward, resting his forearms on the tablecloth. He watched her keenly."And how exactly did the two of you meet?"Elara carefully placed her fork down, the last shred of her patience ripped off."Are we here to discuss my personal life, or are we here to d

Chapter Eightu Five.

Elara stepped out of the restaurant, but it did nothing to wash away the suffocating presence of Cassius walking right beside her.She turned to face him on the pavement, pulling her vulnerable, heartbroken mask firmly back into place."Thank you... again.." she said softly, looking up at him through her lashes.Cassius gave a small nod, entirely convinced he had just won her over.Elara turned and took a few steps toward her waiting car, where Victor was already holding the door open.But right before stepping inside, she paused. She looked back over her shoulder, her brow furrowing into a perfectly faked innocence."You know, I am a bit curious.." Elara murmured, tilting her head. "You sounded as though you know Killian better than anyone else in the world."Cassius smirked."We have history.." he replied.Elara held his gaze for a second before giving an understanding nod.She turned and gracefully slid into the car. Victor immediately shut the door.Cassius stood still on the curb

Chapter Eighty Six..

9:45pm "Yes, Dad, I promise I am completely fine.." Elara said gently, walking slowly toward the bed. The bedroom door pushed open, and Killian strolled into the room. Elara’s eyes instantly flicked to him, watching as he leaned against the doorframe, still looking brooding. "Okay, Dad, I will talk to you later." she reassured. "I love you. Goodnight." She ended the call and tossed her phone onto the nightstand, turning to give her husband a playful, teasing smile.. "Still sulking about the restaurant?" Killian didn't reply right away. Instead, he just stared at her with dark hooded eyes. He pushed off the doorframe and stalked further into the room, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "I will come back to deal with your teasing later, Sweetness.." Killian rumbled. "But by the way... we have a high society gala to attend in two days." Elara tried to focus on his face, but her gaze involuntarily dropped, tracing the defined cut of his abdominal muscles and his biceps. She

Chapter Eighty Seven.

'What is the actual point of coming out to a luxury shopping mall if Damien and Killian are just going to send an entire armed tactical unit to tail us?' Elara thought, letting out a soft sigh.She glanced sideways at Rosaline. She looked radiant glowing with excitement as her designer heels clicked against the polished marble floors of the mall."Well, at least one of us is having the time of her life.." Elara mumbled under her breath.Rosaline caught the whisper. She turned her head, offering a effortless smile."Are you doing okay, sweetie?"Elara just sighed again. Instead of answering, she subtly shifted her eyes toward the ridiculous spectacle behind them.Trailing precisely ten feet back was a wall of stone-faced men in tailored black suits, moving in a perfect, highly trained formation that was currently terrifying every other wealthy shopper in the vicinity."Trust me, darling, I tried my hardest to stop Damien from doing this.." Rosaline said, giving an apologetic little wav

Chapter Eighty Eight..

"Oh! I am so sorry.." Elara apologized quickly, taking a step back to look at the woman she had bumped into.It was a beautiful young woman, dripping in high end designer brands. She had long, luxurious waves of black hair and honey colored eyes.However, those beautiful eyes were currently narrowed into a vicious, entitled scowl.The girl opened her mouth, clearly about to snap at Elara, when she suddenly froze.Her eyes darted over Elara’s face, and her scowl deepened into something genuinely hateful."Wait..." the girl sneered.. "It is you."Elara raised a eyebrow, her defensive instincts immediately kicking in."Excuse me?""You are the–""What exactly is going on here?"Rosaline’s voice cut through the tense air..She stopped right beside Elara..The girl snapped her head toward the older woman. The second she recognized who had just spoken, her sneer vanished entirely, instantly replaced by a sweet smile."Oh my God! Mrs. Vane!" the girl beamed.Elara frowned, her head spinning

Chapter Eighty Nine..

"Is something bothering you, Sweetness?"Killian’s voice broke through the quiet of the bedroom.Elara blinked, suddenly snapping out of her trance. She hadn't even realized she had been sitting frozen in front of the vanity mirror, completely lost in her own thoughts.She let out a sigh, pushing herself up from the stool. She turned around, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared him down.Killian frowned slightly, his dark eyes scanning her tense posture."What is it? Did you not like the mountain of dresses you and my mother bought today?"Elara rubbed her temples, feeling a headache brewing."No, Killian, the dresses are fine. But... do you know who Courtney is?"Killian’s frown deepened. He genuinely searched his memory for a second, his handsome face pulling into a blank, unbothered expression."Nah.." he dismissed easily. "Not really."Elara’s eyes narrowed into a fierce glare. 'Is he seriously trying to play games with me right now?' she thought, her jealousy flaring u

Chapter Ninety.

The Rolls-Royce came to a silent halt in front of the Armstrong estate.The driver hurried to open the door, but Killian was already stepping out..He looked lethal.Dressed in a bespoke, midnight black tuxedo that stretched perfectly across his broad chest and shoulders..He looked exactly like the ruthless corporate king everyone feared.He turned back to the open door, extending his hand into the interior.A manicured hand slipped into his. With a soft, effortless pull, Killian guided Elara out..She looked beautiful. She was dressed in a completely unique, custom designed gown of a obsidian silk that clung flawlessly to every single curve of her body.The daring, off-the-shoulder cut left her elegant collarbones completely bare, while the fabric moved around her like dark water.Killian’s jaw immediately clenched. His arm firmly around her waist, pulling her against his side."Always stay close to me tonight." he ordered, his dark eyes locked intensely with hers in possessiveness.

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