Romans & histoires Rage And Ruin

"I'm just saying, I'll let you out when you give me your number." "Are you insane?" "Probably. Runs in the family." He changed lanes smoothly, still accelerating. "Come on. Just ten digits. That's all I'm asking." "Slow down." "Number first." "Marcus—" "It's really simple, baby girl. You give me your number, I slow down and take you wherever you want to go. You don't, and we keep driving. Maybe I'll take you to dinner. Or dancing. Or—" "You're insane." My heart was pounding. Not from fear exactly. From rage. Pure, burning rage. "You can't just—"

she gasped. "Someone needs to. You clearly make terrible decisions." I pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again. "For example: sabotaging a Don's shipment. That's very stupid." "Worth it—fuck—worth it to see you lose—" "You haven't seen me lose yet." I set a steady rhythm, deep and hard. "But you will. And when I'm ruined, I'm dragging you down with me." She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper even as she glared at me.

I muttered under my breath, unable to stop the rage from coursing through me from the tips of my toes to the very last strand of my hair. Where had his dignity gone? In what part of his heart did logic reside? He ruined everything between us. He shattered it. He tore apart my hopes, my trust, and my love, and now he was trying to fix it with apologies. As if a few words were enough to erase scars that still stung. “What the hell does he want from me now?” I growled to myself, feeling my face burn. The rage boiled so fiercely that the power in my veins pulsed with intensity. I felt it surge like a torrent, driven by the fire of humiliation and scorn.

And the way he’s calling Zion dirty, he was far cleaner than him. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to destroy everything they hold dear, and they won’t even know what hit them,” I promise, making him nod in approval. “No one gets to mess with Ruin and live.” “That’s the woman I know.” I stand up, winking at him. “Chaos, baby.”

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.

A hollow, searing pain ripped through my chest. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms. Camilla was still running her mouth. "Cassius, how can you say that? I just wanted to help you—" "Help me?" A dark, low laugh tore from my throat. The laugh came out like a broken sob. I looked at her. My grief instantly morphed into lethal rage. This woman ruined everything. Ruined my child, ruined my wife, ruined the only thing I ever truly cared about.

"You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?" I took a deep breath and slapped him with my left hand. Then, I knocked over the thermal container he had placed on the bedside table. Shaun was stunned. He couldn't believe that his usually calm and gentle girlfriend would lose her temper. I glared at him, my finger trembling as I pointed at him furiously.

She was not going to sign no matter if she was going to look ungrateful in front of everyone, no matter if the doors of the entire world were closed to her, she was not going to continue pretending. "It's a pity that it can't be right now, grandfather, it's a pity that we have to talk a little more about the matter, I'm not sure that this is what benefits me more than it does you, what do you think about it? Do we talk alone? Whether I sign or just…. You return to me the shares that belong to me for the simple fact of being a Bennett in the same way that you return them to my cousin, to Sebastian Bennett, he has as much right to these shares as you and me.” Mr. Bennett's face showed anything

“They called me a slut. Said I was a prostitute. Said I couldn’t have kids. And that they were happy about it.” Rue turned to me slowly, pulled off his glasses, and locked eyes with mine. Then he said in the calmest, most dangerous voice I’d ever heard— “I can’t wait to ruin these people’s lives with you.”

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t