Chapter 13 Ruined My Life Novels & Stories

I suffered the deadly pain from that surgery and had my miserable heartbroken, thrown away like a piece of trash. Finally landed myself in a billionaire’s mess, and my once peaceful life became a nightmare, with several battles to fight along the way. The thought of it all made me wish I had a way I could really pay him back, at this point, my life was at the bottom of it, I had hit rock bottom.

**Chapter 11** **Two Shadows** I woke up sore in places that had nothing to do with sleep. Josh’s cum had dried sticky on my inner thighs. The faint bruises from his fingers still ached on my wrists. But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would.

I said and walked out. I took a cab and went home devastated. I slump on the chair and sob with my knees pressed against my chest. My life's so fucked up. Miles called and i ignored his calls. I wasn't ready to talk to anyone and not even Miles. Zoe or whatever she is, is really going to pay for trying to ruin my life. It's obvious I had a lot of enemies. Enemies I was not aware of. I stayed there and thought about Miles. How he was able to heal my injury, that wasn't something natural, it was unnatural.

And I had ruined it. I had ruined it by simply existing. By being the chaotic, messy, loud girl who couldn't stay inside the lines Peter had drawn for me. I had ruined it by looking past his billionaire titles and his robotic defense mechanisms and forcing him to acknowledge that he was a human being capable of bleeding.

"If I look at one more formula tonight, I'll actually lose the will to live." "You said that forty minutes ago," I replied, closing the textbook in front of me. "That was before elasticity ruined my life." From the sofa near the window, Damian looked up from his laptop. "You were doing fine," he said. Chloe lifted her head just enough to stare at him. "You are legally required to say that because you live here." "That isn't how legality works," I said. "It should be," she muttered.

She was completely out of my reach forever. The fleeting sensation of her pity did not spark any anger in my chest. It only cemented the stark, terrifying truth. I had destroyed my own life for absolutely nothing. I opened my eyes, staring blindly at the white ceiling tiles. The crushing weight of my failures pressed down on my ribs, making it incredibly difficult to draw a full breath. I had ruined my fated mate. I had raised a child that belonged to my enemy. I had handed my loyal elders over to a butcher.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Maddie. You made mistakes, sure — we all do — but none of this is your fault.” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “You don’t understand. I gave him money. I gave Albert money. Twice. And now Charlotte’s sick somewhere in Thailand and Damian’s probably tearing his life apart trying to fix what I started. I destroyed everything I ever loved.” He reached for my hand, holding it tight. “Stop it. You didn’t destroy anything. You were manipulated by a monster, that’s all. You did what any mother would do — you tried to protect your family.”

“Before whoever loaned you all this comes asking for it back. I imagine there’s a return deadline.” A beat. “Unless,” she added sweetly, “this is your new strategy.” My fingers curled slightly at my side. “Find a rich man and secure your footing. It’s practical, I suppose. Not everyone can afford dignity.” That was when I spoke. “You ruined my life.” The words were quiet, unadorned. . They cut through the space more effectively than shouting ever could. Amanda blinked, genuinely startled this time. “Excuse me.” “You heard me,” I said. My voice remained steady, though my chest felt tight. “You ruined my life.”

‎But under the anger was something worse. ‎Regret. ‎ I finally saw what I had lost, not just Sarah's company or her trust. I had lost the life I could have had, I had a woman who loved me, a company that was doing great, a future that looked good. ‎And I ruined it all because I was too greedy to be thankful. ‎I did this to myself. ‎That truth hurt more than any punishment Sarah could think up. ‎When I came out of the bathroom, Victoria was waiting for me in the living room.

In that moment, everything crashed into me at once. The anger. The hurt. The resentment. The crushing feeling that life kept taking and taking from me without ever giving anything back. Why did life have to be so unfair to me? Why did Papa have to die? I wiped at my wet cheeks, breathing unevenly, and that's when I noticed them. Three men were walking toward me from across the street. The orange glow of cigarette tips flickered in the dark as smoke curled around them. Their loud laughter echoed faintly through the empty street, and something about the way they looked at me made my stomach drop.