روايات وقصص ضمن A Throne Of Ruin

While working with the search and rescue team to save people trapped in an earthquake, an aftershock suddenly struck. Without hesitation, I pushed a hospital intern, Serena, out of the way. However, the force of the movement sent me to the ground, where a steel rod pierced my back, leaving me unable to move. When the aftershock ended, my husband, Derrick, came down with the others. Yet, instead of coming to me, he rushed to cradle Serena, who only had a few scrapes. Then he turned to glare at me. “What are you still sitting there for? Are you dead? Serena’s hurt, and you can’t even help her up?!” I was in so much pain I could barely speak, only able to force out a faint sound. “Honey, I… I’ve got a steel rod in my back… Please… help me.” Serena suddenly burst into tears in fear. “Mr. Nelson, I was so scared. Just now, Ms. Jones pushed me forward. If I hadn’t shifted direction, that huge rock would’ve crushed me!” Derrick, furious, shouted at me. “Gwen! You’re a doctor! What about your ethics? Your humanity?” Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head. “I didn’t. Please, just save me. I really can’t move…” One of the medical team members who came down with him checked my condition and looked worried. “Director Nelson, the steel rod seems to have pierced her spine. If we don’t treat her now, there’s a risk of paraplegia!” However, Derrick yanked him aside. “Save her? Let her walk herself! Gwen, we’re saving lives right now. If you want to act, I’ll put on a show with you when we get home! “Serena’s injured. Since there’s only one stretcher, we’re taking her up. You can walk up on your own.” His cold, departing back left me in utter despair.

I was once broken. I built a wall to prevent getting hurt. He came. Destroyed the wall. And now, for the second time. I am ruined. -Ayesha Samaniego

This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, taboo stepfamily relationships, age-gap dynamics, hate-to-love obsession, power imbalance, degradation kink, creampie, breeding elements, public risk, emotional manipulation, family betrayal, violence, and dark psychological themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+ only. I walked in on my boyfriend fucking my best friend… then let a stranger ruin me in my mother’s new husband’s bathroom on her wedding night. One desperate, filthy encounter. Multiple soul-shattering orgasms. And the man who finally made me cum was Harrison Voss, my ruthless, 6’4” stepfather. Now a leaked video threatens to destroy his billion-dollar empire, and my manipulative mother forces us into close proximity to save face. Trapped in his mansion, every hallway, every shadowed corner becomes a battlefield of hate, hunger, and forbidden need. He corners me like prey. He growls “Daddy’s dirty little secret” while he fucks me raw. He hates how badly he craves me… and I hate how much I need him to break me again and again. But Harrison Voss doesn’t do weakness. And I refuse to be another woman who loses herself for a powerful man. As corporate enemies circle, my vengeful ex and backstabbing best friend plot my downfall, and my dangerous stepbrother Damien tries to steal me just to destroy his father — the lines between obsession and love blur dangerously. Then I uncover the darkest secret of all… one that nearly breaks us both. He was willing to protect me from his own desire. I was willing to burn everything down for him. In a world built on lies, power, and betrayal, can two broken people who were never supposed to touch find something real… or will this forbidden obsession destroy us all?

Jessie’s life was perfect, until the man she was engaged to demanded she choose between him and her dreams. When she refuses, everything falls apart. Heartbroken and aimless, a spontaneous trip to Las Vegas should have been just a distraction…until a hotel mix-up lands her in the same room as Din Cooper, a man she has never met but he claims she was working with his grandfather to seduce him. Din has his own ultimatum: marry the woman his grandfather chose or lose everything he has worked for. But fate—and one wild night in Vegas—throws Jessie into his path, and suddenly their lives are intertwined in ways neither of them could have imagined.

The sound of the liquor bottle breaking echoed against the walls of that room, making her flinched. She gazed into those intoxicated piercing green eyes hovering over her. "Leave from my room right now, Damien," her sapphire orbs filled with tears of terror, whereas her grip tightened on the towel covering her wet bare body but the person before her didn't follow her words. A shiver ran down her spine when he placed his both palms on the glass door behind her, caging her completely. "We will talk tomorrow when you will be sober up but please leave now," she attempted to push him away but her body froze when he pinned both of her wrists above her head, resulting in the towel slipping from her body. Her naked body trembled, both in fear and cold but the blazing rage in those bloodshed green eyes flamed up her being. She tried to wiggle out from his hold until…. "Do you still love him, Zia?" His question stabbed inside her heart like a dagger. Her tears of fear turned into anger. After she submitted every single inch of her to him last night, he was still asking her that question. "What if I said, yes…I still love Dylan then?" She challenged him but immediately hissed in pain when he dug his fingers in her tender skin. "Then I will kill him right in front of you," his cavernous voice husked against her lips but his words glossed her eyes more. How can he be so cruel that he didn't hesitate before thinking about killing his own brother? Her heart clenched when he pressed his lips against her and whispered those words in her mouth. "Because I will be the only person to ruin you in my love, Zia Damien Karlson,"

Shayla Hale learned young that love is the cruelest lie of all. When her father brought home his secret family, her world shattered. When college was supposed to be her fresh start, Grayson Cross destroyed that too...with his charming smile, his devastating lies, and a bet that would break her completely. Seven years later, she's rebuilt her life far from the ruins he left behind. She has her son, her best friend, and walls so high no one can hurt her again. She survived the worst betrayal of her life and built a new world far from the wreckage. A world where she's safe. Where her secrets stay buried. Where the man who destroyed her can never find her. Until the day she accepts a job as a personal assistant to a powerful CEO, and discovers her new boss is the last person she ever wanted to see again. Grayson Cross. Cold. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He doesn't know why she disappeared seven years ago. He doesn't know what he took from her. And he has no idea about the little boy with his eyes waiting at home. Some bets have consequences that last forever. Some lies can never be forgiven. And some men will destroy everything to get back what they lost. He ruined her once. But this time, she might just ruin him back.

"Why are you doing this to me? I'm not a baby making machine!" Tears ran down her cheeks. "This is the only way we can procreate a baby. I will not intimate with you after what you did to me. Never!" Brandon looked at the doctor, and with a sign he gave him permission to tie her to the bed. "You'll pay for this, Brandon." "That's how I ruin my dear wife."

“Brother, I’ve decide to get a divorce.” There was only a moment’s dead silence on the line. Then, Gilbert Cross’s voice came through, “You just married Vittorio yesterday!” I pondered it in my mind, a bitter smile touching my lips. It wasn't yesterday. It had been exactly 6,209 days. In my previous life,for the seventeen years of my marriage to Vittorio Croft, we were indeed the picture of perfect harmony. However, our fragile illusion came into pieces the day my older sister passed away from a critical illness. Grief-stricken, Vittorio suddenly fell severely ill himself. When he finally woke up from his coma, his assistant asked, “Sir, what about Silvia Cross?” Vittorio hadn't even blinked. He replied in a flat, indifferent tone, “Don't bother with her. She was originally nothing but a burden. I married her so that I could stay by her sister's side forever — if not as a lover, then as family.” Standing right outside the door, clutching a tray of warm soup, I laughed until tears streamed down my face. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn on the very first morning after our wedding. We had just held the lavish ceremony, but the official paperwork hadn't been registered yet. I knew exactly what I had to do. Without a second thought, I took a pen and crossed out my name on the application form. In its place, I quickly wrote down Silvia Croft. From this moment forward, my past was buried, and I would never cross paths with Vittorio again.

"In the world of shadows, loyalty is bought, love is a weapon, and once the mafia claims you, you're ruined—body, soul, and everything you once believed in." Enzo Mezzesalma was cold, aggressive, ruthless, and grim. He had no weakness until he met her and once he got a taste of her, she became his new addiction, now he couldn't let go and she became his only weakness and now, they all wanted her just so they could ruin that perfect facade he had built over the years but only if they knew he was worst than the monster they had never heard of, he was just too good at hiding it. There had to be a reason for Rule Number 3, right? *~* It was summer and Anastasia thought the rest of her days would be sunny but she was dead as she stepped into her home for the first in two years after moving to the university campus to be exchanged for her parent's debts and just like that, Anastasia was thrown into the Mafia world, working as a maid to pay off her parents debts and then she met Enzo Mezzesalma and rule number 3 said: Stay Away From Enzo Mezzesalma. Anastasia didn't know when she started breaking that rule and got herself buried in a hole she wouldn't be able to pull herself out. "My own death does not frighten me, but yours? Oh, that's my greatest and deepest fear," - Enzo Mezzesalma "Being his slut and being a slut are two entirely different things," - Anastasia Martin

Scarlett believed she had already survived the worst pain a woman could endure, when she buried her son. When she laid him in the ground, she thought life had taken everything it could from her. She was wrong. Because grief was only the beginning. Another woman. Another child. Another family, hidden in plain sight. The company she helped create is gone Scarlett is left with nothing. No marriage. No child. No power. No safety. Only memories of Jake, and a heart shattered beyond recognition. Just when she believes she has reached the end, life plays its cruelest card yet. A man from her past return, the one she betrayed in order to marry the man who ultimately destroyed her. She has three impossible options: Never trust a man again. Give love another chance. Or stay with the devil she’s already used to. Each choice carries consequences that could destroy her or set her free.