Ruin Has Come To Our Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises. Please read the following carefully. - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - Violence and graphic scenes - Murder and assassination - Torture - Emotional abuse and manipulation - Coercion and obsessive behavior - Moral ambiguity - Betrayal - Forced proximity and captivity - Death of loved ones This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.

It became the desperate need to prove a point. I and Ghost were desperate to prove a point to one another so much that we were willing to burn the world to the ground. Winning was my endgame. Ghost was after all a common messenger and I was the head of La famiglia. The Rodriguez famiglia. A name not to be toyed with. I couldn’t lose. But I fought that battle, spilled so much blood until I became blood sickened. Of course my inability to take a life by my own hands had set me back. My reputation was ruined and once again, it was proven that all I was was just a pretty face and a sharp mind.

He handed it to me through the window of the car. I wondered who would be brave enough to touch my family. The Sinclair family has no power or money left to do something this bold. They are in ruins. Aside from them, I did not know who would want to hurt us. Who would be stupid enough to mess with the Mercer Group? Who would be so cruel to target a child?

O my I gained the courage to walk out, closing the door behind me, I ashamedly looked up at Gemma as she gave me a knowing look. "Baby girl, you are so screwed now." For the first time, Gemma was right. I am screwed. ~~~

After all, as a family, we will meet again. Mother, this is my family. The one from which I learned not to defeat myself. The one that taught me to fight for my dreams and that not every family member is family and that there are friends who do become one.' I say mentally 'we grew up and we no longer fear anything, because we have each other. I no longer suffer for Julian nor do I have nightmares of that accident.

I kissed his forehead, then moved to Cole’s bed, then Kiara’s, whispering my love and reassurances to each of them. As I walked back to our room, Ruine wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “You’re an amazing mother.” I smiled, leaning into him. “And you’re an incredible father.” He kissed my cheek. “We’ll get through this. Together.” And I knew we would. No matter what challenges lay ahead, our family was strong. We had each other, and that was all we needed.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

"Sabrina, it's my fault, not my son's! Please, save him! He's so young. He can't just be gone!" Jenny looked at Galen on the left and her grandson on the right. She dropped to her knees too, crying so hard her tears and snot ran freely. "The Shaw family can't be left without heirs, Sabrina! You're our lucky star, not a curse of a woman. I'm the curse of a woman! Please, I beg you. Save them both!" As she spoke, she slapped her own face in desperation. I frowned and looked away, but my gaze fell on the boy, and a chill ran through me. The disease had already progressed. There was no saving him now.

My voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper. “Renzo,” my mother’s voice broke as she rushed to my side. Her hand gripped mine tightly, and for the first time in years, I saw fear in her eyes. Real fear. “Baby, you’re okay now.” She whispered.. I tried to sit up. My muscles protested. My chest burned. “What the hell…” “You’re at the safehouse,” she said softly. “The estate out in Veneto. We had to move you after—after what happened.

It felt like he was breaking, and that the words we realer, realer than just words. "Why?" I asked through tears. "Why do this? Why us?" "Because I can't not," he said. "I've tried a lot of times." My attention focused. "A lot of times?" "Then why fight it now?" I asked. "After last night? Why not just..." I trailed off. "Because I'm scared of ruining you," he said. "Of this destroying you. Of us destroying each other." "Too late," I said bitterly. "I'm already ruined."