Ruin Has Come To Our Family Novels & Stories

Mia's tears and desperation shattered Nicolas internally. "No," Nicolas couldn't let the love of his life go, not now that she was his. Things were clear for Mia. She was no longer the Brown family's treasure; now she was a prisoner of the Lenox family. She had nowhere to go because she couldn't communicate with anyone. She was a prisoner in her own world.

His words were quiet, but they cut through the morning’s eerie silence and reached me under my tree. “We’ve searched everywhere we can safely reach, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau,” he said, his voice heavy. “The study… it’s one of the worst-hit areas. The collapse was total. There’s no way anyone could have survived in there.” My mother let out a low, broken moan, sinking against my father. “What are you saying?” my father demanded, his voice cracking.

Adrian remained riveted to his phone, his eyes wandering over the screen in confusion and apprehension. Those words that he had just read burned into his brain with each syllable filled with the accusation of hostility. "You have destroyed my family; you have made me an orphan,' read the text of Zan. Adrian was still grappling with the meaning of those words from Zan; it was becoming a headache for him.

The disposable spare. The discarded omega. They were two sides of the same tarnished coin, both deemed unworthy, both cast aside by the same cruel family, the same brutal pack ideology. Kael had been the prized heir, the perfect Alpha. Caius, his identical reflection, had been deemed a surplus, a threat, a ghost to be erased. She had been the perfect Luna, cherished and paraded, until the moment she wasn’t, and then she too was discarded like trash.

“Good. Because I plan to ruin you every night and save you every morning.” I kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of regret, love, and determination into it. The pack outside still feared me. The healing would take years. But with her beside me—my enemy, my lover, my wife—I finally believed we might survive the beautiful disaster we’d created. This was our story. Enemies to lovers. Ruin and redemption. And for the first time in forever, I was ready to live it. The End.

“As though I'm family?” Aldo’s lips thinned and his eyes darkened. “You know,” he said through his teeth. I chuckled. “What I do know is that I had a bullet lodged in my chest and a blood stained dagger in my hands long before it was alright for me to buy alcohol. I forfeited my childhood for this family.” Orabella’s lips quivered and she gripped her wine glass so tight, her knuckles turned white. Aldo got up and stormed out of the dining room. Orabella sighed and looked at me. I reached for her hand but she drew it back quickly.

It's been two weeks and I may say I’m barely living. I removed all of my connection in the Philippines. I need space. I need to forget about everything and heal myself. “You need to eat, bitch,” Cassandra said when she came inside our room. There were only two rooms in the house and the other one was being used by Azaia. She was holding a tray of food with worriedness looming her eyes. Even just the glimpse of it, doesn’t seem to help in stimulating any hunger in me at all.

I shook her off and asked, "Abigail, what gives you the confidence to think that I would definitely choose you?" Abigail reacted as if she had heard the greatest joke. "Who else could it be? The Waller family just suffered a catastrophic investment failure. The Preston family's daughter is chronically ill. As for the Sutton family—" Her lips curved into a cruel smile. "Their daughter is just there to fill the numbers. She's not even worth mentioning. Connor Foster, you have no other option but me." Everything would be clear on my birthday. I had no interest in continuing to be the subject of their gossip.

But he didn’t say a word. “It’s better than being shot.” I couldn’t keep the sharpness out of my voice. Hell, I didn’t even try. And they all heard it. “I wasn’t saying that, Gem.” Ruin’s long legs brought him to my side in a few easy strides. “You did well to protect him, you as well.” His eyes met Gents. “I will always be in your debt for that. Family is important, you know?” Yeah, I knew. I hadn’t really understood it before I became a mother. My own family life wasn’t exactly something to write home about. But now I had Bobby; I got it.

~Harley’s Point of View~ It’s all I can do to blink the tears away as I take in the ruins of my entire world. Everything my family busted their asses for, everything I wanted to be mine. It’s all gone. Just like that. The few buildings that still stand are ruined beyond repair, and now the insides are soaked in rain to boot. There’s no doubt it’s all covered in mold at this point.