My Life In The Ruins Novels & Stories

“Dri… baby, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m drunk and miserable without you. Come back to me. I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll—” I hung up before he could finish, my hands trembling. A second later a video came through. I opened it before I could think. The footage was from my old apartment. Carter had broken in. He was smashing things, my favorite mug, the framed photo of my mother, tearing clothes out of my closet, throwing books across the room. His face was twisted with rage. “You think you can replace me?” he screamed at the camera. “I’ll burn everything you own. Come back to me or I swear I’ll find you and make you regret it.”

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

Even though she had been scrounging here for days, the scene remained the same: rusted weaponry, shattered statues, and the remains of a grandeur that had long since lost its significance. The silence and emptiness that occupied the spaces where life had flourished should have become second nature to her by now. However, every day seemed brand-new, and every rubble pile presented a fresh challenge. Zara detested it. despised the memories they evoked, hated the ruins. The reason she was here, however, was to ensure her survival. Broken electronics, lost texts, and food or water scraps that would have meant the difference between life and death were among the items discovered in these ruins.

I splashed some cold water on my face from the bathroom before rushing to the front gate intercom. "Let her in," I told the security guard, my voice steadier than I felt. By the time I got back to the house, Mia was wrestling a massive floral suitcase up the driveway. She was a burst of chaotic energy—curly blonde hair piled in a messy bun, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, wearing a bright yellow sundress that screamed summer.

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 showered longer than necessary, scrubbing until my skin felt raw, as if I could wash both of them off me. It didn’t work. When I looked in the mirror, my lips were still slightly swollen and there was a fresh reddish mark high on the side of my neck that I couldn’t quite hide with my hair. I chose a high-neck sweater anyway.

“Anytime, Miss.” As I navigated the rubble of shattered dreams and the looming threat of my father's empire, the possibility of survival flickered in the distance. Betrayed and broken, I faced a future I never imagined—a journey through deceit, ambition, and a relentless quest for justice amidst the ruins of what was once my perfect life. *** The hospital corridors echoed with the weight of my shattered world. Every step felt like a march through a battlefield full of broken promises and unanswered questions. My father lay unconscious, his life hanging in the balance, while Ben and Jane's betrayal ate away at my soul.

I let out a thankful sigh and grabbed it, opening it to retrieve my phone. I unlocked it to see over eighty-eight missed calls, voice mails and almost a thousand messages from Maya. “Oh my God,” I murmured, brushing my hair away from my face. I didn't know what to do for a second, confusion dwelling within me. I found my heels by the bedside and grabbed it, hurrying towards the door but stopped dead in my tracks when I caught a reflection on myself on the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I looked like a total mess, my hair everywhere and my eyes red and swollen with my dress way too indecent and inappropriate to even be regarded as a dress.

I point out and watch as her expression crumbles. “I don’t want it. Money caused this, and money is the reason your life is in ruins. They made you that way. That money did. If we’re broke for the rest of our lives, but you get to stay, and live, and find happiness, maybe even love, then I don’t care about any of that. We don’t need it. We’ll get through without money like I always have.”

I thought I could rebuild what I had shattered with my lies, my betrayals, my cowardice. But now… Now, everything lies in ruins. Everything is ashes. The life I thought I could salvage has burned away, leaving nothing but smoke and regret. . . . . . . . . . . . Hey Guys!! I hope you all are liking this book so far if yes then please do let me know also I have uploaded Ryan Eva Damon Shefali and Kayden's images on my i*******m. Those interested please have look and let me know your opinions via messages or comments.

"In short, it's a series of messes with people's lives, a chain reaction of misery that just keeps on affecting others." She turned her head back towards me, and her eyes, usually so bright and mischievous, looked ancient and weary. "And Momma... well... he directly messed with her. And she lost everything." She let the words hang in the salt-tinged air. "She lost every single thing." I swallowed hard, feeling the tightening of a cold knot in my stomach. Just how much damage can one man cause just because he has enough money to go around? "Serena," I prompted softly.