Novel & Cerita Im Ruined

Then he leaned down with his lips brushing my ear. “And tonight, I will make you cum so hard that you will forget your own name.” His words made my toe curl. Then he simply walked away without uttering another word, leaving me breathless and soaking wet, making me grip the table for balance. God, help me. I am damned to be ruined. ---

That sentence feels like spit in my face. “Thank you, Monica. If anything comes up, I’ll definitely contact you, okay?” I conclude. “Alright, don’t push yourself too hard, okay? Let me know if you need anything. Love you, babe!” I end the call without returning her declaration of love. The urge to throw up comes back again. Monica and Paul are truly working together to drive me insane. They want me to feel “mentally unstable.” If something happens to me later, people will assume it is an accident or a suicide caused by depression.

If he saw me now, vibrating in a club with a mafia boss, he’d pass out. I was alone. But I wasn't helpless. Aiden stopped laughing. He studied me, his expression sobering. “You're thinking.” “It's a habit.” “About revenge?” I didn't answer. He leaned in close, his scent — sandalwood and expensive scotch — invading my space. “You won't win, Iris.” I turned to him, meeting his dark eyes. “You're not immortal,” I said quietly. He smirked. “Close enough.” I looked back at the crowd below, watching the bodies writhe in the strobe lights. I crossed my legs, smoothing the red silk over my thighs.

Many punishments have been reversed in time past, either through the pleading of parents or the principal preferring bags of cement to expulsion. Furthermore, the news of the crash between the cultists became more rampant as more lives were taken to hospitals after the crash was reported dead. The incident brought more unpleasant reports about the school, the most shocking being that no student lost his life in the fight. Governmental agencies and radio stations came around to interview the principal but the principal couldn’t reply much to them to protect the school's image.

His response was clipped. “Money rules the world,” I said and he looked out the window. He sat with his back too straight, his jaw tight and his eyes on the road. Did I scare him? I wanted to remind him of old times but instead I focused on the road. I kept on driving until we left the city behind us and what we could see now was graffiti, warehouses and the smell of rust and smoke. These were the kind of places Julian had probably only read about. I noticed how he moved uncomfortably on his seat.

He had ruined his family and lost the woman he loved forever. There would be no forgiveness.

I couldn't remember much of what happened after that. Then the next morning, my world fell apart. The picture was everywhere. Turned out i was so drunk and had taken off my clothes, including my bra. And Louisiana has taken a picture of my boobs. People passed it around like it was entertainment. Every time I walked into a room, I could feel eyes following me. Whispers trailed behind me in the hallways. Some people laughed openly while others pretended not to. The humiliation was unbearable. Louisiana swore she had no idea how the photo got out.

Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll ruin you if I have to. “I can do that. In fact when I was on my way I deleted my new blog. If this is going to hurt the people I love, I think it isn’t worth it. I’d rather have my old ordinary life back. Just let me go and you’ll never hear about me ever again. Your son can live his life however he likes and I will remain unbothered.” Mrs. Rylland smiled. “I’m glad to see that we are on the same page.”

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

Took my hand. Fingers laced. No words. Just holding. The rain started again outside. Soft. Steady. Like a promise. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The ruin was still there. But so were we. And for the first time in weeks… It felt like maybe just maybe we could rebuild something from the ashes.