Reign And Ruin Novels & Stories

he finally said “You’re not. When you’re done sulking, you’ll come back. You always do. The old me would have apologized by now I let the phone go dead and dropped my phone on the table and smiled. Two days later, I was back at the trust group, this time to finally get everything I need to wreck the company, I couldn’t wait to be done with it. The boardroom was tended when I walked in, Blake sat at the head of the table, Monique beside him, legs crossed, nails tapping against her tablet like she owned the place. Blake’s eyes flicked to me, irritation flashing briefly before he masked it.

"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

“You’d really hit me with that?” Kelvin smirked, extended an arm, and spread his palm open. “I won’t do anything if you obey me. Just… do as I ask. And no one has to get hurt. And keep in mind that after humiliating me at the merger party and filing for divorce, if you step outside this estate… you and your father lose the hotels, the empire, the name. Everything to us… the Moreaus.” He leaned closer, creeping forward step by step. Yeah…, like I’d believe that for a second.

Anger rushed to my face. Running away is the dumbest thing he could offer. No one escapes Salvatore Mancini; not even a strand of hair can pass through the city’s exit without him knowing. His connections are vast, and he's entitled “King” for a reason. As much as I want to agree with what he wants, I know Salvatore can still find us. The legend states he has a huge bruise on his face, an old fat guy, broken and rotting teeth, but it's totally the opposite.

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, the silk of my robe cool against my skin, watching the shadows of the mansion stretch like long, grasping fingers across the floor. The door creaked—a low, heavy sound that didn't belong to Jordan’s frantic, apologizing rhythm. Reign stepped into the room. He didn't turn on the lights; he didn't need to. He moved through the darkness with the steady, grounded confidence of a man who owned the shadows. "He’s gone, Ruth," he said, his voice a deep resonance that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. "I promise you I’ll get to the bottom of it. I’m going to find out who he’s sacrificing his legacy for."

“But it’s better than burning everything down.” Silence. Longer this time. He considered it. Really considered it. Hope surged— Dangerous. Fragile. Then— He looked at Adrian. “What do you think?” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “It doesn’t work.” “Why?” Elena demanded. “Because power like this doesn’t stay controlled,” he said. “It spreads. It corrupts.” “It already has!” she snapped. “And this makes it worse.” “Or better!” Their voices clashed. The tension exploded.

Ruan said. We rode back through the city, the lights of Blackridge twinkling like a thousand diamonds in the dark. The war for the records was over. The war for the assets was won. As we reached the gates of the Iron Cathedral, I looked at Arthur, who was finally asleep, his head resting against my heart. The reign had begun. And for the first time, it was a reign built on the truth. The road was long, and the future was uncertain, but as Ruan pulled me into his chest in the quiet of our chambers, I knew that we were no longer just survivors.

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.

“You just announced that I would be crowned Alpha under the blood moon. I’m sure she would be meeting up with the others to make progress with their plans to take you down. This is the perfect time to spy on them and catch everyone who’s involved.” Her chest heaves wildly as she digests my words, then she caves. “That bastard didn’t only try to be Luna, she…cursed you?” She repeats what I told her with pure disbelief etched on her features. My nostrils flare as I try to contain my own anger. Imogene and Aegon conversations in that hallway wouldn’t leave my head. “We have to summon Ganxu from Dahla, He’s the reason we never figured out the curse isn’t natural. He must have been working with t

“That’s not me, that’s who I will be in years to come. Right now, at this moment, I’m just a weak, blind girl mourning the loss of her sister and previous life.” Ruin stays quiet for a while, then he let out a long sigh. “I know how you feel, dove. I lost my family as well, and I was powerless to stop it.” I can’t help but scoff at this. “Oh yeah? Which lifetime? You don’t ever have to worry about losing your so-called family, because once you get reincarnated, you have a brand new one lined up.” As soon as those words leave my mouth, I regret them. I feel the shock and disbelief through Ruin’s mark, but I can’t bring myself to apologize; I’m way too angry to take it back right now.