Ian Rutledge Novels & Stories

In that case, their entire Rouge family would benefit from that so why would he still need to be afraid of Jared. Jared’s heart was racing. A person who could make Rugal bow down and beg for forgiveness was certainly a super big shot! The person must be on the same level as Luke Jones at the very least. After all, Rugal was no insignificant person. He was the nephew of Tael City’s mayor, Yuri Gonzalez and he possessed both wealth and great influence. Hence, he followed Claude’s pointing finger and immediately saw a young man seated at the dining table. He was enjoying his meal leisurely.

"Thank you. I’m quite tired, so if you’ll excuse me—" I turned to leave, but he didn't stay on the sofa. He left Anna’s side and walked toward me. Anna looked like she wanted to scream. Diane just sat there, looking confused that their wealthy guest was more interested in the tired doctor than the sister who was throwing herself at him. He reached me and stopped, offering a small bow. "I should introduce myself. I am Rickon Rutledge." I recognized the name. The Rutledge family was well-known in certain business circles, though they weren't as powerful as Lyon's associates.

Juliana chirped in, cutting him off. Elena scoffed right there, almost laughing. Adrian clenched his fist hard, his face turning red.. Juliana rubbed her son's back, calming him down "Don't mind your aunt," She said smiling and then giving Elena a sharp look Elena covered her mouth, gulping down. "Well, of course. The golden boy needs protection. But I agree. Support the campaign. Rumours are just rumours. Hudson is still the strongest candidate. We would be fools not to back him now. His running mate doesn't really matter now, does he?"

She shook her head in negative, telling him to stay silent. "You are exactly right. I'm a thug, mad, and goon. You should proudly tell this to everyone." He stood up, finishing the cup of his tea. "Still, you didn't do any such work for which I should feel proud of you." His nerves were popping out in rage at Habib's remarks about himself. Gul looked at her husband with complaining eyes. "If you didn't force me, I wouldn't have stepped into this house again." He looked at his mother with stern eyes and taking long strides he walked out.

Simple aglio e olio would have to do. "It's not exactly the five-star cuisine you're used to," she apologized as she crushed garlic cloves with the flat of her knife, still wondering why she was trying so hard to impress a man who hates her and her family and only seeks revenge but deep down, she realizes she is beginning to see things from his own point of view. Alexander had shed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. The casual posture should have made him look more approachable, but somehow it only emphasized the raw physicality he usually kept contained beneath tailored suits.

I take a long drag from my cigarette, my eyes fixed on the flames as Ray rambles on about some shawty he screwed after lectures. I hold the smoke in before releasing it through my nose and mouth, the heat of the fire burning against my face. More people flood in, music blasting loud enough to make the ground tremble. After all, it's the jocks party. They'll come. They always do. And that's when I see him– tucked in between the new crowd like he doesn't belong. Rutledge. The firelight flickers over his blank face, highlighting his sharp jaw and the way his eyes dart around like he's uncomfortable just being here even though his face didn't give it off.

Devi chuckled, a dark, ruthless sound that vibrated in the tiled room. He turned on the gold faucets, the roar of the water echoing her internal chaos. "I never claimed to be a saint, baby. I'm a stalker who kept his prize. I'm a CEO who closed a hostile takeover. But I’m the only one who will never sell you." He lowered her into the steaming water, the heat a sharp shock to her chilled system. He knelt by the tub, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal the scars on his forearms reminders of the wars he’d fought to get to this room. He took a silk sponge and began to wash the grit of the sea from her shoulders, his touch understanding and terrifyingly tender.

But for now, I need to focus on this new venture, as from tomorrow I am supposed to work from the Anderson and Winslet Venture Unit that is obviously in Anderson's Hotels. I need to inform my team and new interns about the new workplace. Everything will be according to me, nobody is allowed to interfere. Nobody! To be continued..... So, Scarlett's plan was smart but Eric James Winslet managed to be smarter. Most importantly, Eric is going to work from Anderson Hotels now and Scarlett is an intern there. So, their lives are entangled with their RUTHLESS ROMANCE in every way. With love Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time ***************

I stood beside Cyrus like a curious cat, waiting to be seen. “And you are?” He asked politely, leaning close to my face. “Abigail” I answered, stretching my hand for a shake as well. That’s where it all began, my huge crush on Damien Forest, the hottest boy on the campus who I found after the university days working as an intern, just long enough to inherit his father’s company, that was the beginning of my pain.

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a