Road To Perdition Novel Novels & Stories

His voice trailed off, his grip on my legs weakening. "And what, Zion?" I almost screamed, desperation and confusion consuming me. No response. I knelt beside him, my heart pounding in my chest, only to discover that he had passed out His tears staining his face. I felt like the most despicable person in the world. Disgust washed over me as I realized the extent of my betrayal towards Amanda, an affair with her husband. Yet, despite my actions, Amanda had shown me forgiveness and cared for me all these years, even when I nearly destroyed her relationship with Zion.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Andrew glanced at me, his eyes unnervingly calm. I knew that look. It crawled under my skin. I had seen it too many times before, in memory, in dreams I couldn't shake. I looked away almost at once. Daphne leaned back and glanced out the window, frowning. "Why are there fewer cars? Are you sure we're going the right way?" Andrew gave a quiet chuckle, both hands steady on the wheel. "There's traffic up ahead. I'm taking a different route."

I'd always been comfortable with the dark night blanketed the world in and didn't hesitate to follow the scent, using it as a trail, following in my mate's path. ​After a few minutes, frustration made itself known next to the happiness. I felt as if I was running in circles, tracking someone who'd passed the same route twice or maybe thrice. Taking me up and then down again, until I was led to a road that didn't have a speck of light. ​I pause for a moment, hesitance building as I look down the road that housed abandoned buildings. No one with two brain cells would go down this road unless the route was unavoidable. I hoped my mate wasn't an idiot.

I prayed to God to help me reach home safe Like an answer to a prayer, God is always faithful. Dear reader, I reached home safely. I paid the motorcycle fare and requested him to keep the change. The gentleman was so kind enough to wait for me open the gate and ensured I was in safe. I thanked him and wished him a safe journey. Since God had helped me through this night strugglr, I had to run for my life away from this possessive relationship . Minutes home, I kindly switched off my phone but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of how rude, arrogant, inconsiderate he had been. Icould not imagine moving forward with the relationship.

Chapter 18 The city lay before them, infinite and unforgiving. Shadows stretched long under trembling streetlights, the air thick with the distant scent of rain and gasoline. Lena and Noah ran. Steps rang out behind them—closer than she would have liked. Damien wouldn't give up. He was a ghost from her past, resurrected just when she'd begun to believe she was finally free. She was breathing fast, her heart racing in her chest. "We need cover."

I cut her off before she could slip into another rant regarding why I should change my mind about marrying Vladimir Perazzo. According to her, the man was no good. He was literally the devil in the disguise of a handsome man. His world was even darker than what she had been a part of after marrying my father. There was no comparison between the two men and how they did business. She used to think my father was the embodiment of ruthlessness, having seen him in action. But when Vladimir Perazzo took over the throne of the underworld after his father passed away, he set a new high of cruelty. He was cold and ruthless and barbaric. He wasn’t called the devil of Venice just like that.

“Then we need to hit back hard. But this time, Ava, it’s not just about winning. It’s about survival—for both of us.” They spent the remaining night working, breaking down the lies Malone had concocted. Roman’s penthouse was quiet except for the gentle hum of his laptop and Ava’s sharp, precise writing on her notes. She leaned forward, her concentration relentless as she joined the dots in a chain of financial transactions Malone was looking to bury. Roman sat across from her, watching what she was doing. “You’re ruthless when you’re like this,” he said. “Being ruthless is the only way to stay alive in this world,” she said without looking up.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift. Six years ago, under a moon just like this, Willow had pulled me over from the side of the road on a whim—just to spite Luther—and confessed to me. Back then, I really believed it was a stroke of luck. I had always had a crush on her and believed that as long as we were together, I could, one day, win her heart. Yet over the past six years, she had broken plans with me time after time because of Luther. He forced his way into our lives with stubborn persistence. It wasn't that I had never thought about giving up, but after Willow gave birth to Naomi, I once believed she might return to our little family.