Perfect Ruin 소설 & 이야기

___________ Jack’s pov ; I never thought I’d see the day when everything around me would crumble like this. My family? Reduced to ruins. A name once respected now synonymous with failure, all because I crossed paths with him. Dominic Williams. I was just starting to get somewhere, just beginning to stake my claim, and then everything shattered. Who would’ve thought helping Rey push out that country girl would be the beginning of my ruin? And now that bitch Rey isn’t even picking up her phone. It's not like I have much time left in London. My family couldn't even hold out for a few days before the banks moved in.

The Emperor’s voice spread from the Celestial Abode, “It’s up to you. This is the Desolateness Ruins after all. The Ruins isn’t a planet, it’s this night sky. The reason you are here is to cultivate. Going anywhere else doesn’t change that.” “Indeed.” James nodded as he looked at his surroundings, an abandoned world after an attack. This world had been sliced into two halves. One half dissipated as time went by, while the other floated in the night sky. He was surprised to find out that the slice was executed very neatly. In the Primeval Age, this must have been a busy place. However, as the world ascended its ranks and space became more and more stable, it became very hard to destroy space.

And I just know that this man will ruin me He'll take away what's left of my sanity But I won't go down without a fight

Cool air hits me and I gasp. "You just have to ask." "Mark." I slip sideways out of the cage of his arms. "Do you want to ruin everything? My marriage. Our families. Our companies—" "Yes." His eyes don't move from my face. "I want to ruin all of you." "Is this a game to you? You took advantage of me. This is forbidden. This is—"

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

“I have nothing left, Kara. No modeling contracts, not after the scandal attached my name to this mess. No family money of my own. I was a business partner, exactly like you and Xavier already figured out, and now the business has collapsed entirely.” I studied her, searching for the manipulation I’d learned to expect from everyone connected to this conspiracy, and found instead something rawer, closer to actual desperation, the same kind of desperation I’d once seen in Victoria’s face before she finally chose a different path. “What exactly are you asking me for?”

“You’re imagining things. Plenty of families were ruined back then. Mine included. It’s not some big mystery.” “Ruined by who?” he pressed, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never mentioned that before. Tell me the full story, Elena. If we’re doing this marriage, even a fake one, I need to know what I’m stepping into.” I took a sip of wine to buy time. “My father lost his business in a bad deal. He trusted the wrong people. The stress killed him. End of story. Happy now?” “Not even close,” Damien replied, voice low. “Because I was blamed for a lot of those collapses. Including the Hart family’s. Does that name mean anything more to you than just headlines?”

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

He was making sure I felt every ounce of the fire I had started. "You think you can just say sorry and have the world go back to normal," Liam continued. "But some things are broken beyond repair. You didn't just break a glass. You ground it into dust. You can't put dust back together." "I will do anything," I whispered into the carpet. "I will leave the house. I will go to a different city. Just don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

Kiara Rathore's terrifying, absolute decree violently crashed entirely back into his fading logic: Your mother's fragile ventilator will completely, violently stop exactly ten minutes after your final, muzzled breath. A catastrophic, blinding spark of pure, unadulterated primal rage violently ignited completely within the absolute, freezing ashes of his deeply shattered soul. The two point five billion dollars was permanently, irreversibly gone. His pristine, highly expensive corporate empire was entirely ashes. His beautiful, incredibly arrogant face was a completely unrecognizable, actively bleeding mask of raw, violently shredded flesh entirely caged behind heavy, rusted iron. He was comp