Bringing The Ruin Of Synonym の小説・ストーリー

he said that made my world stop for a moment. No. He'll ruin me for the third time.

And I stood there, staring at the sister I thought I knew, realizing that what broke me wasn’t just losing my fiancé… it was losing the one person I never thought would hurt me like this. The sound of my mother’s sobs echoed through the house, and Adira’s last whisper trembled through the air… “I never meant to fall in love with him… but I did.” And that was when I realized… this wasn’t the end of something. It was the beginning of ruin. “Did you just say you love him???!!"

he finally said “You’re not. When you’re done sulking, you’ll come back. You always do. The old me would have apologized by now I let the phone go dead and dropped my phone on the table and smiled. Two days later, I was back at the trust group, this time to finally get everything I need to wreck the company, I couldn’t wait to be done with it. The boardroom was tended when I walked in, Blake sat at the head of the table, Monique beside him, legs crossed, nails tapping against her tablet like she owned the place. Blake’s eyes flicked to me, irritation flashing briefly before he masked it.

His words hammer into my consciousness like steel nails, tearing through the fog from my conversation with my mother. It’s as if I’m trapped inside a room whose walls are slowly closing in on me, threatening to crush me beneath their weight. I look from one wall to the other, trying to decide which poses the greater threat, even though I know it’s pointless. Either way, I’ll be destroyed.

The way her white shirt clung to her, the way her eyes didn't just leak tears, they leaked a soul-crushing disappointment that had aged me a decade in a single second. “You are dead to me.” Those four words had been my death sentence. I’d spent the last sixty months trying to resurrect myself with money, power, and the kind of success that makes people stop breathing when you walk into a room. I’d finished college in a blur of alcohol and high-distinction grades I didn't care about. Then, I’d poured my inheritance and my rage into this. I didn't just build a club. I built an empire. New York, Miami, and London, three massive, high-end cathedrals of flesh and gold in two years, all constructe

The storm outside was raging, but the real fire was right here inside the cabin, and it was about to consume us both. I was about to do something I might ruin me or burn me.

My tears flowed when I heard that right in his mouth I just listened to what he was saying. “I deliver you a opportunity and your brother subsequently you'll atleast appreciate each single time in this world. On the off chance, that you think I'm controling your life and your brother at that point your off-base I'm fair giving my best to secure the two of you I do not need to chance your life fair how your mother got slaughtered by my adversary.”

Watching his brother take a dagger that was meant for him, and then left there for the wild animals to feed off the remains of his being ruined him beyond repair. He became the ruination and climbed the ladder until he was unmatched. No one in hand-to-hand combat could par with him, no one could dodge his bullet or his knife. And then when the time came, he torched his brother’s killer and watched as he descended into nothing but black ash and cinder, before spreading it into the sewer. I knew right at that moment that I needed to be like him, not him; because there was no way I was going to be that good, that ruthless.

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”

“I can’t meet you again.” “I have to be faithful.” “Victor doesn’t deserve this.” Neither did I. But I won’t say that out loud. I don’t get to. Not when I’m the ruin she keeps crawling back to. Not when I’m the name she never should’ve said in the dark. Not when I’m the truth she’ll always run from, even if a part of her wants to stay. The sky above me is soft now, pale and quiet, like the day hasn’t fully woken up yet. Maybe it knows better than to witness this. Maybe even the sun doesn’t want to see what’s left behind.