Ian Rutledge Novels & Stories

He complimented. I didn't smile again, it was obvious he was a flirt, he looked at me lustfully. "Thanks." "I'm James Highmore, a friend of Alex who's the CEO of this company." He replied with pride. "Ohh, that's nice, I brought my credentials, I want to work in this company but I'm scared, I don't know if Mr Alex will be willing to take me in." I said and he grinned at me. I felt my pulse flutter in response.

it was structurally impossible for him to consent to a public unveiling in that specific theater. My mind mutated into a raging furnace of speculation, desperately trying to unmask the true identity of her groom. And for reasons I could not entirely suppress... a dark conviction whispered that the man was undeniably Roy. I reasoned that Dita was deliberately weaving a web of secrecy solely to insulate my fragile emotions from the impact of the truth.

It was merely a bluff. I was going to make her hand Theo over to me by herself in the long run. We landed at Manchester airport and the car was a bit delayed. I had to wait in the lobby until the car was ready to get me. I got a newspaper from the stands to keep myself busy while I waited. “Mr Valentino?” I looked up from my newspaper. “I thought that was you.” The man laughed. “Can I help you?” I asked. “Just wanted to say hello.” He stretched his hand. “Nathaniel Hale. CEO, Hale Global Enterprises.”

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

It seemed that Elisabeth was not quite ready to accept sudden questions. The middle-aged woman's expression looked unusual. It was as if she was trying hard to say something, then a hesitant smile covered the words that came to the surface. "No one ever knows how Mr. Nightroe is doing, Ms. He is very secretive. In fact, even Mr. Russol Sullivan himself cannot persuade his son to be a little more open." "Wasn't Nightroe like that before? We know each other. I shouldn't be a complete stranger to my husband. Why do you say he's very secretive?"

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

Hase Rutledge was wearing his blue summer shorts with sunglasses on, he was topless and his charismatic aura draws a lot of attention. "Blythe?" He paused from strolling on the sandy ground when the girl poked his arm, as expected, he would see her again. "I'm glad I saw you again!" The girl named Blythe smiled widely at the man standing in front of her. She could not deny the fact that she likes the guy, and she thought they would not meet again. However, fate permitted the two lost souls to have their encounter once again. "So, how are you doing?" Rutledge asked and stepped closer to the lady.

It has not been taken care of recently. I looked at Ryan standing behind the door. He is wearing his Khaki color suit. He preferred his dresses a little loose unlike Alexander whose body is hugged by the piece of fabrics which reveal all the shapes of muscles bulging out perfectly. It made me think of that same body which is a little thin and has many scars now. I forced myself not to think of them anymore. They are melting me now. Ryan looked at me and smiled while setting his collar.

‘I know someone who has the necessary resources to help me get to the bottom of this. “Jason, can you track down two cellphones for me?” “Sure.” He replied without a second thought. * * * After what seemed like ages, the driver pulled over at Regina’s residence, the one she rented after Edmund made her leave his house, Jason got him the address. He knocked at the door, anger lashing through his body. She opened, greeting him hesitantly, staring at him with conflicted eyes. He got inside without an invitation and started roaming around, checking all the rooms.

However, his colleagues seemed to lack the same level of dedication, often falling short of their responsibilities. He was rendered speechless, unable to mount a defense. The king's anger led him to counter his justification. Above all else, he prized his life, for he served a king whose temper was short and whose patience was thin. Horacio bowed his head before the King and Queen, his voice low and contrite. "I have no excuse, Your Majesties. Though I performed my duties to the best of my ability, I must confess that my coworkers were not up to par."