His To Ruin Novels & Stories

“Did you hear that? This is the ‘best man in the world’ you were just harping about.” I looked at Tessa. My voice was cold enough to cut through the air. “For the sake of the Quinnell family’s assets, he caused the death of his unborn child and signed away his wife’s uterus without hesitation. So, Miss Zander, how much loyalty and faith do you think exists in his so-called love for you? When you lose your value to him, or when your child… becomes an obstacle to his plan, what do you think he’ll do to you then?”

"You're unbelievable. Do you realize what you're risking?" I didn't answer. "You're willing to jeopardize everything for a girl?” "Careful." My voice darkened. Valentina lifted her hands. "Fine," she said, but her expression remained hard. "You know exactly what the clan's rules are." I knew better than anyone. I had written half of them. "Keeping a relationship with the daughter of a traitor isn't exactly acceptable." The word "traitor" twisted in my chest because, deep down, I wasn't entirely sure John Harrington had been guilty anymore, not after everything Marcus had uncovered. What if we'd been wrong? What if I'd killed an innocent man? The thought haunted me every night.

My old man couldn't bear looking me in the eye; he knew I was right, and his stupidity put our lives in danger. “We can always run,” Dad affirmed. I scowled. “We’re dealing with Salvatore. Do you think he wouldn't track our traces?” His plan was a huge gamble. It's plain stupid. He's urging us to run when he was a complete bastard selling me to the most notorious men in the city. I felt nothing but remorse. Despair. Anger rushed to my face.

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

"Anna, you don't look so good. Want some candy?" The class belle smiled sweetly as she held out a bag of fruit candies. In my previous life, I ate one. That very night, every penny in my bank account vanished—including the money I'd saved to pay for Grandpa's lifesaving surgery. Desperate to afford his treatment, I gave up my acceptance to Oxvale University and worked myself to the bone day and night, but before I could save enough, he died. And eventually, so did I, alone and exhausted in my tiny rented room. Only after I died did I learn the truth. The class belle had bonded with a transfer system. As long as I ate something she gave me, whatever money was in my bank account would a

"Mia, please, you don't understand—" "No, you don't understand!" Mia stepped forward, jabbing a finger toward the main house. "He is engaged! He is parading around with another woman, letting his family tie their entire future to hers, while you throw your entire life away for crumbs in the dark! Wake up, Liv! You need to forget him. Cut him off. End this sick addiction before he completely destroys you!"

Gabriel looked at me. “What?” “If you wanted the Vault, why start a war?” “Because people don't surrender power peacefully.” “You could have forced me to open it.” “No.” He shook his head. “You had to choose.” “Choose what?” “Your family or everyone else.” My stomach tightened. He pointed toward the underground facility. “The Vault contains records that can destroy governments, criminal empires, corporations, judges, police chiefs, presidents.” He smiled. “Once those files are released, civilization collapses.”

“I can’t.” He kissed me. Not like the library. Not desperate. Devastated. Like a man saying goodbye. When he broke it, he pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re not my asset anymore. You’re not my queen. You’re my ruin.” “Then let me ruin you,” I whispered. “Stop fighting it.” He laughed. Broken sound. “You don’t understand. If I let you in—if I love you—they will use you to destroy me. And I will let them. I’ll burn the whole world down and still lose.”

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.”

For him life had not been simple at all, for him life had always been that way, stumble after stumble with the difference that now he knew how to go against that. The last thing Tábata wanted was for her best friend and almost soul brother to relapse once again. He just didn't deserve it, he just didn't, of all people he didn't. He had already fought enough for things to be different. He had fought enough, Brandon couldn't just fall into the flames of his grandfather's hell once again. "You're going to be okay, Brandon, you're going to be okay," she said, caressing his cheek.