Novel & Cerita Perfect Ruin

“You always were ungrateful. If you’d listened to me years ago, learned how to use what you’ve got, then maybe you wouldn't have had to marry Alberto.” My jaw aches. Whether it's from what Rafael just forced on me or from clenching my teeth, I’m not sure. “If you hadn't drowned yourself in debt, I wouldn't have had to marry Alberto.” I sigh and massage my temple. I'll definitely have a headache come tomorrow morning. “I don’t have money,” I tell her. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t give you a single cent. Find someone else to fund your addictions.”

Haven, , found himself pacing his loft, the reality of the circumstance hitting him harder with each walking step. The games , the posturing, it had all been for nothing. He had gone through so much time trying to protect his pride, trying to come out on top, that he hadn’t taken note of what was slipping away. His family, his sense of peace, it was all disintegrating, and now, standing in the destruction, he didn’t know how to settle it. He thought of calling Alexis, but the thought felt pointless. What would he say? “Sorry”? “Let’s try again”? It was late for expressions of remorse, late for second chances. They had gone far down this way to turn back now.

Mama turns to me, smiles and I do too. But inside, I sense a rupture beneath the glitter. A crack humming through the crowd and cheers. As if the walls remember something the rest of us forgot. That beauty this perfect always precedes ruin. I don’t know what I’ll say to Judas, or how would I explain myself. He’ll bring hell, and if Papochka or any of my fathers know, I’ll be bringing war to our doorsteps. The alliances will break, the immunity will be compromised, and the Romanovski name will be tarnished.

“Was that—” “Yes,” I said immediately. Ruin had not spoken at all. I looked toward him; his expression completely undid me. He looked overwhelmed, not dramatically, not visibly emotional, just quietly shattered by happiness. The kind that arrives without warning, the kind you do not know how to carry. Aurelia laughed once more; the tiny sound filled the room again. Ruin sat down slowly on the edge of the couch as though his legs stopped cooperating. Axel stared. “Are you okay?”

leaving. The absurdity of that hope, now laid bare, sent a wave of pure panic crashing through her. Leave? He hadn't just exposed her; he had sentenced her. Her hands began to tremble as she thought of her coming heat, unprotected and unsuppressed for the first time in her adult life. The leering eyes of the pack males. Kael's booming pronouncement that she was "fair game." It wasn't just humiliation. It was a death sentence. But as the icy panic threatened to swallow her whole, something else sparked in the darkness of her despair. A hot, violent inferno that burned away the tears and solidified the terror into something hard and sharp.

“You left me behind to rot in the place you call ruin. And now you wear your scars like proof you’ve earned something. Like you’ve changed. But I was the one who paid.” I staggered back. My knees hit the wet grass again. The pendant at my neck pulsed like a second heartbeat, but it couldn’t drown out the truth trying to claw free from my chest. Kye turned toward me, gently lowering himself until our faces were level. “Don’t listen. This is part of it. Whatever this thing is, it feeds off what it breaks.” But it wasn’t that simple. Because I remembered. The night the world had first shattered — the real beginning of my ruin — I had made a choice. And it wasn’t to fight. It was to run.

The man she never dare crossing path with, he ruined her life for some allegation he didn't have proof of. How could he? How will she face the world now? The hypocritical society always end up blaming the women. Tightly shutting her eyes, she tried to numb her panicked mind which was going insane with emotional trauma. Whimpering with each moment, her weak body stood up from the mattress, taking support from concrete wall. Her eyes were blurred with unshed tears, still she could make out red strains on the mattress, screaming her purity which was snatched off from her. Barely conscious, she grabbed a loose shirt from the floor and wore it weakly, her body jolting with pain.

The glass fortress of Vane Global had just cracked wide open. And we were falling through the ruins.

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.

Damien was buying him all the food and toys which were present around them whereas Zia and that woman whose name was Romana, they both were standing at a distance. She told Zia that she lost her husband some months ago because he was really very ill. They had taken a lot of loans for her husband's treatment but it didn't turn out to be successful. She lost her husband and now was suffering from a financial crisis. She was now working in houses as a maid and the money she got from there, she used it to pay for her and her son's basic livelihood. Her family didn't support her because he and her husband had gotten married to each other against their will.