Chapter 13 Ruined My Life Novels & Stories

Teeth changing. I'm human again. Lying naked on my destroyed living room floor, covered in cuts and bruises and my own blood. Every part of my body hurts. I'm too exhausted to move. Too broken to care that I'm lying in broken glass and scattered books and the ruins of my life. I did this. I destroyed my own flat. Everything I worked for, everything I owned, ruined in one night. The sun's rising. Light streams through my broken window. I need to assess the damage. Need to figure out if this is salvageable.

“The part where someone starts mattering enough to ruin me.” Her breath caught. The rain outside intensified, thunder rumbling somewhere far across the city. Sienna reached for his hand slowly, threading their fingers together. “You’re not ruined.” “You don’t know that yet.” The sadness hidden beneath the joke nearly destroyed her. For the first time since meeting him, Sienna realized Luca wasn’t fearless at all. He was terrified. Terrified of needing someone, of loving someone. Terrified they would eventually leave anyway. Sienna squeezed his hand gently.

And for some reason, her moods seemed to have changed, just like this gloomy weather. Have you finally realized that I had ruined your life, just like I had ruined theirs? Have you realized that you hate me now? Her tone had changed yet again into a low whisper. You and Marcella were doing just fine until I came into your life, and now I had to ruin it like I did everything else. You are finally realizing that I am nothing but bad luck, and deserve to die out there too. Right? What are you talking about? No, what are you talking about? What's messy? She yelled again.

And yet I float there in silence, letting the ache spread through my chest and bleed quietly into the water around me. All I know is that I’m ruined. And Ares Russo doesn't even know he’s the one who broke me. Vivid images continue to replay relentlessly behind my closed eyes. Areś with that woman, how he touched her, his hands rough and detached, as if the contact meant nothing at all to him. As if he didn't feel a damn thing. The image leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, a relentless reminder of my foolishness. How could I have been so utterly, blindingly stupid? So naïve to let myself believe... fuck, believe what, exactly?

"Are you okay, I heard what happened? You didn't get hurt did you?" I shook my head. "I didn't but...I overheard your conversation with Rue." I revealed. Her lips parted in shock. "How much did you hear?" I shrugged. "Practically everything." She stared at me for a moment longer. "I'm not going to tell you anything but I want you to know that a lot of things have happened in the past and lives were ruined but in other to survive, you trust no one, not even me. In this mansion, you're on your own."

I used to think that the worst decision of my life was to trust my brother and marry the man who destroyed everything in my life. I was proved wrong the moment I decided to come back to that damn city that snatched everything from me. I fell on my knees and started crying at my fate. I had no idea who might have cursed my fate and why. I didn't remember doing anything wrong to anyone in my life. I just wanted to live a peaceful life and have a family. Was it too much to ask for, I often found myself asking that question.

Jeremy's Point of View I flew into Miami in the evening. My old man was getting married the next day, and I had to be there. I was happy for him, but I couldn't get behind the woman he chose to be his wife. I had my doubts about her background and reputation, but my dad loved her despite my concerns. My mom and older brother died from gunshot wounds when I was nine. That tragedy hit my dad hard; he became a recluse, and I was left to manage the family company at eighteen. Now, I'm twenty-eight.

he repeated, his voice shallow, deep, dangerous. “You forget I could change my mind,” Mr. White challenged, testing him. It was like pouring water over a duck’s back Riven was not easily moved. “You know me very well, Mr. White. I don’t think twice before destroying someone completely. I make sure. You could lose everything and when I say everything, I mean every single penny. You will have nothing. You’ll end up a poor man begging on the streets with your daughters weak and ruined. I’ll make sure I send them to mental hospitals — especially the mute, cursed one,” he mocked, and Mr. White was cut short.

A beautiful, messy, passionate way of life. And I had never been more grateful for the man who had once ruined me… and then helped me rebuild something even more extraordinary.

They were the ones who stood as my family ever since the car accident happened to the point that it made me forget that I have this disease when it comes to men though it wasn't that bad. END OF CHAPTER 6