Rot & Ruin Movie Novels & Stories

“It’s not just you. Adrian’s been waiting for this. Tell me about the files. What does your mom really know?” I looked at him. His blue eyes were intense but patient. “Dad found proof of money laundering through luxury deals. A secret society—Helena Moreau runs it. He hid records in a safe. Mom has the key, but she’s terrified.” Damien took my hand gently. “We’ll get her back. Together. No more solo moves with Talia, okay? I need to trust you.” “I want to trust you too,” I said softly. “But three years of hating your name… it’s hard to let go. Even after those online nights. You were the only one who listened back then.”

“For the sake of the Quinnell family’s assets, he caused the death of his unborn child and signed away his wife’s uterus without hesitation. So, Miss Zander, how much loyalty and faith do you think exists in his so-called love for you? When you lose your value to him, or when your child… becomes an obstacle to his plan, what do you think he’ll do to you then?” “No… that’s not true… Julian, tell me this isn’t true!” Tessa clutched Julian’s arm. Her voice broke with tears and fear. Julian shoved her away as if she were something repulsive. His gaze snapped back to me in a glare. “Annabeth, where did you get that fake recording?” He immediately tried to turn the tables and shift the blame onto

His fingertip hovered just an inch from the container and never landed. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Susan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Harlan was on all fours, shaking from crying too hard. 40 years of glory and being a power couple with that woman had been reduced to nothing in front of that urn. Mildred rushed onto the stage, planning to snatch the urn away. "How dare you? Who are you to do this? This is pure slander!" I stood up and blocked her quietly, not a word rolling off my tongue. With that, she dared not move an inch.

Kirrily Archer walked out of Lachlan Vance’s life with nothing but a suitcase and a ruined name. Lachlan Sydney, ruthless billionaire energy mogul, believed his contract wife had betrayed him. Someone had leaked confidential information from Vance Enterprises. Every piece of evidence seemed to point toward Kirrily. He never stopped to ask why. He never discovered that Someone inside his company had threatened her with the one thing she couldn’t afford to lose her younger sister, “Tahlia”. If Kirrily refused to cooperate, Tahlia’s already fragile health would deteriorate. So Kirrily sacrificed herself, She let Sydney destroy her reputation. And when he threw her out into the rain, she left wi

I can feel my hands shaking as I pushed the door opened. And right there, there was Ellaine and Daevon together. Coincidentally, his eyes roamed to look at me and immediately distanced himself from his girl. “H-Honey,” he called out. Slowly, a bitter smile crept in to my face, “For the second time, you ruined me,” I mumbled and quickly turned away from them and ran. I quickly headed towards the elevator down to ground floor to fetch my car. Tears started rolling down my cheeks despite me wiping them over and over. I pulled my car door opened and closed it. For one last time, I looked at the building before starting the engine.

“Mathieu’s old drives. They were backed up on the MoreauCloud, but not accessible unless decrypted. I thought I’d try. One of the folders was titled Raven.” “What was in it?” I ask, my voice a whisper. “I found something. A business—Raven Co.. It was discreet, cloaked under dummy shell corps, but it took on a massive debt dated approximately ten years ago. It was a tech-based logistics firm operating in South America. On paper, it looked promising… but the numbers were rotten underneath. And Mr. Mathieu was tied to it.” I blink, stunned. “Raven Co.?” Andy exhales. “Yeah. The Moreau name wasn’t on anything, but Mathieu—he funneled company capital into it. A lot of it. He kept it off the ledge

"Dr. Robinson is the most responsible doctor I've ever met! She stood by the operating table for 26 hours straight to save my son. When we couldn't afford the medical bills, she quietly paid from her own salary! "She's such a capable doctor, yet her new husband deliberately ruined her hands so she could never hold a scalpel again. And now she's being bullied online? Where is the justice?" She included recordings of the hospital argument and close-up photos of my mangled hands. The public was stunned. Soon, more stories surfaced. They were saying Galen had already had a two-year-old son when he married me. They even said he had the boy's mother live with us. The tide of public opinion flipped

Haunted. I could hear the rattle of the chains with every breath he took, the faint hiss where metal met magic and burned. Sweat slicked his brow, caught in the fur that lined his shoulders, and steam curled from his skin like he was some creature torn from the belly of the earth itself. And then, in the space where breath becomes prophecy, he spoke. "You smell like ruin."

"No. No! This can't be happening to me!" Lucas yelled, his voice filled with panic. Although he had been the CEO, that didn't change the fact that he had looted from the company. If they dug deeper, they would find out. And if they found out, they would seize all his assets. Right on cue, the car halted in front of his mansion. He stormed out of the car, ignoring the greetings from the household staff. "I'm ruined. Damn it, Violet! I'll make you pay," Lucas swore under his breath as he marched toward Josephine's personal room.

He was contemplating the best way to contain the inevitable fallout when a pale shape darted from the trees directly into his path. There was no time to think. Instinct took over. He slammed on the brakes, the tires screaming in protest on the pavement, but it was too late. The sickening, soft thud of body meeting metal was unmistakable. The car skidded to a halt, and the world was plunged back into a deafening silence, broken only by the ticking of the cooling engine. Lucian killed the engine and stepped out into the night, the door of the sedan closing with a solid, heavy sound. "Don't be a person," he muttered to the darkness, his gaze fixed on the crumpled shape in his headlights. He str