Ruby Jean Cruz Novels & Stories

Instead, I picked up a piece of the soggy rice and dry chunks of meat as my other teammates chatted lightly as we ate, our voices hushed and subdued. Beatrice picks up a cracker, examining it with disdain. The thin wafer bends under its own weight, and the orange cheese spread smeared across its surface bubbles and oozes unnaturally, "This looks like cardboard with cheese flavoring," she mutters under her breath. She takes a reluctant bite and her face twists in disgust. "Yeah, tastes like it too. I'd seriously kill for some real food," she grumbles, but ironically not dropping the cracker back onto the plate.

Then it hit me. "Lopez..." I breathed while nodding. Cyrus stood up from his chair and started to pick up the empty boxes of the chinese takeout he bought on his way back here. I watched him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I still can't believe that Cyrene is his sister but, something's not right. "So, if she is your sister, why is she not using Steele? Why Lopez?" I asked then I saw the way his body tensed.

I open my makeup bag, grab my concealer, and start the routine that usually feels automatic—but today, it feels almost sacred. My thoughts wander. To Luciana Bernardi—the woman Aaric told me about, who sounds more like a queen than a mother. Beautiful, strict, demanding, and incredibly selective about who’s allowed into her family’s orbit. And his father—Giancarlo Bernardi. Known more for building international businesses than for being a warm, fuzzy dad. And in the middle of all that… me. Maya de Cruz. A design student from a messy background and a past I usually try to avoid thinking about.

And my father called him his biggest embarrassment. Luca was also born as an intersex baby, at first the doctors had said that everything would be ok, but as time went on and he entered his teenage years, they began to notice that he had a more feminine disposition, and it was already too late todo anything. The doctor was killed, and my father kept on trying to raise Luca like a man.

That person was KATHERINE RICHARDS who seemed to be in a good mood as her eyes were on the television screen that was showing the history, chemistry, biology and the psychology of the CRUZs. Daniel Cruz's infidelity was at peak and Katherine's short clips of self made video about Daniel and how he cheated on her with Lilian who was his secretary at that time and how LILIAN gave birth to Ryan Cruz. Katherine talked about everything and how life was unfair with her and her son Alden.

I was tired of waiting so I decided to order a plate of burger, I looked at the television while eating and the news shocked me. " New trending CEO of Cruz group, Isabel Cruz has been involved in a fatal accident just this evening, she has been rushed to the hospital but we are still yet to find out if she is alive or dead." " What the fuck?"

“Activate our contacts in Valencia, Seville, and Grenada. I want every port lowned. If Cristina’s breathing, she's still in Spain.” Zeyna added. “That message wasn't for you.” Amara arched a brow. Zeyna tossed her a flash drive. “We found it stuck behind the chair. Only one file. A name.” Amara plugged it into the projector in the war room. The name appeared on screen in red letters: Santiago Cruz. Luca stiffened. Amara looked at him. “You know him?” He hesitated. “He used to work with Dante. I thought he was dead.”

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

In the early stages after establishing the company, they faced many difficulties, but they all tried to solve it together successfully. But for those things, Daniel Cruz has no small merit, the effort he put in is more than that of Brendon Levi and Smith. It can be said that without Daniel Cruz, there would be no JK today. But later, not long after JK succeeded, Daniel Cruz was suddenly harmed, falsely accused of embezzlement of public funds, and William went to prison. He was a pure person all his life, could not stand that humiliation, so he committed suicide in prison. When Smith brought his ashes home, his wife also carried the ashes with her husband.