Bringing The Ruin Of Synonym นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Bringer of ruin…” “Her magic—his shadow…”

“If you continue down this path, Enzo, you risk tearing apart everything we’ve built. You risk leading us into ruin.” “Ruins?” I roared, my voice echoing so fiercely that dust rained from the high ceiling. “We are already in ruins! You just refuse to see it. Every day, enemies tighten their grip while you cling to outdated customs. I will not let us be buried because you are too cowardly to act.”

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

I let out a loud sigh in between my tears. ​ “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Sage’s worried expression suddenly turned to rage as she stared at her device. ​ “Please don’t tell me it has to do with me,” I said in all honesty because I’ve got no strength left in me. ​ “I’m sorry to be the one to break this to you, but I’m going to ruin those two once we are done here.” ​ “Speak.” I honestly don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but what could be worse than what I’ve seen earlier?”

And with one single post, it shattered. “You’ve ruined me.” I muttered brokenly, staring straight at nothing. “You did this to yourself.” Ethan huffed with a hint of discomfort in his voice. A broken smile cracked my lips. “You’ve always been nothing more than a spoilt brat, throwing a tantrum just because things don’t go your way.” “Don’t talk like you know me.” He hissed. I arched a brow slightly. “Don’t I? Does Annette really know you and how truly soulless you are?” I asked in a taunting whisper.

"You think he wants you? He wants what he can use. And once he's done using you, he'll throw you away. Just like his mother. Just like mine. Just like everyone who ever loved anyone in this family." The words hung in the air. Heavy. Familiar. Brianna had heard them before. From Eric. From the whispers in the office. From her own mother, on nights when the wine made her honest. She looked at Raven. At the woman who had spent weeks trying to destroy her. At the woman who was, in that moment, not a villain. Just someone who had been hurt so many times she had forgotten how to be anything else. "I'm sorry," Brianna said.