Ruby Jean Cruz Novels & Stories

Elise didn’t need to command the halls. She just had to keep walking. She returned to her suite without pause. The door closed behind her like punctuation. At the vanity, she studied her reflection. Hair still pinned. Shirt still buttoned. But something in her eyes had changed. Elena Cruz didn’t look like Elise Caro. But she felt like her evolution. Not a cover. A path. She sat at the desk and opened the black journal. On the first line, she wrote: Elena Cruz exists. Not as a backup. Not as a shield. As a future.

"Because your recent reports suggest otherwise." Esteban's jaw tightened, but he kept his face neutral. "I've encountered some complications. Nothing I can't handle." "Complications," Vincent Salazar repeated. He had a slight accent. Colombian originally, though he'd spent years scrubbing it away. "The Cruz girl is still unbroken. The Torres heir is taking three times longer than projected to reprogram. And the asset—Gabriel, is still exhibiting unpredictable responses." "All temporary setbacks," Esteban said. "The girl is cooperating now. Lucien will be ready soon, and Gabriel's responses are actually a sign of his enhanced abilities developing."

December is coming up and I know I really have a lot to do. My managers will come to neighboring different countries. I plan to look for a good job but I'm CEO. I’m a CEO of my own business so I don’t have a floor anymore. I know I still have a lot of money but I have endured that. How many millions are wasted because of Mister Cruz. Jesper said that they might soon catch Mister Cruz. Cruz is still hiding the sin he committed. He is so in arrears to me that I cannot allow him not to pay for all his sins.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

The judge excused himself at her approach, bowing politely, and Dante’s eyes turned to her the way a predator turns to movement in the dark. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice low, unreadable. “Immensely,” she said, handing him the glass she hadn’t touched. “And I think you might enjoy what I overheard even more.” His brow lifted a fraction, interest flickering. She leaned in, close enough that her lips nearly brushed the edge of his jaw. “Cruz has a shipment moving on Friday. East Pier. He doesn’t want you knowing.” For the first time, his eyes darkened with something like surprise. Or maybe amusement. It was impossible to tell.

' Brian yells 'who the fuck are you' Elijah yells back at Brian 'Her Mate' Brian growls 'damn Jackie didn't know your mate was this fine and who is that next to him he is drop dead gorgeous ' Elijah said to Jackie and I. Jackie and I started to laugh 'thats Juan Carlos' I tell Elijah when both JC and brian walk towards us uncomfortable with the comment Elijah said to them 'mhm well I leave you both with these delicious men' he says winking at both of them. Both Brian and JC felt uncomfortable for a bit 'guys this is my cousin Elijah and Elijah this is Alpha Juan Carlos and Beta Brian' I say.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Cruz bragged. "Did I forget to mention that I fucked over a thousand bitches in the first half of this year? That's Cruz Westham! Now that I told you who I am, why don't you tell me who the fuck are you? I'm a genius, a perfectionist, a CEO, a Surgeon, and also a Fucker, so tell me who the fuck are you, Jessica Vegas! Who the hell do you think you are?" Cruz asked but Jessica was mute as she stared at him in disbelief.

As though written by someone whose hands were shaking. The entry wasn't dated. It simply began. My name is Gwen Cruz. I stopped breathing. Adrian remained silent beside me. Allowing me space and time. I kept reading. My name is Gwen Cruz. I am writing this because they keep telling me I am confused. Every day they ask the same questions and every day I give the same answers. I am Gwen Cruz. I am engaged to Adrian Salvador. I am pregnant. Something happened on a yacht.