Ruined By Design Novels & Stories

The girl also clearly explained how the grand prize was divided between them after that. Now, Natalie’s reputation was completely ruined in the design world. The charges of plagiarism and hiring a person to draw a design for her were the final nails in her coffin, and she could never turn her life around again.

Abigail shouted. She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!" I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy. "I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said. I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."

The words pressing against her mind were heavy: 'Because of Alex, you lost your unborn child.' Violet shot to her feet and walked away from Selena. Alex was no different from Josephine or the rest of them. They all betrayed and ruined her family five years ago. “You can forgive them,” Violet said tightly, “but don’t force me to.”

Then: "Why." Kael looked at Greyvane. At the collapsed structures and the grey soil and the forty-three people who were living here because they had nowhere else to go. "Because this is exactly what my Class was designed for," he said. "Inheritor of Ruin. Reconstruction of what was destroyed. If I can make this work, I can make anything work." "And if you can't?" "Then I fail at the first advancement condition and the Class was worthless anyway." Sera looked at him with an expression that might have been respect or concern or calculation. Possibly all three.

it was feeling more beautiful now because now she knew it wasn't a dream anymore which would fade as soon as she would wake up. It was that moment where they both were going to live the most….a kind of moment which was capable of giving them anything by ruining their everything……

The first public blow came during a design symposium streamed to half the architectural world. Dante was seated in the front row when Martin took the stage, confident and magnetic, his voice smooth as he discussed the Riverline Cultural Center their project. Of course, Martin said lightly, anyone who's been following Riverline knows there have been… structural issues. A ripple of murmurs passed through the audience. Dante stiffened. Martin smiled. These things happen when ambition outpaces discipline. Some designers are more focused on making a name than doing the math. It wasn’t subtle. Not really.

“You’re imagining things. Plenty of families were ruined back then. Mine included. It’s not some big mystery.” “Ruined by who?” he pressed, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never mentioned that before. Tell me the full story, Elena. If we’re doing this marriage, even a fake one, I need to know what I’m stepping into.” I took a sip of wine to buy time. “My father lost his business in a bad deal. He trusted the wrong people. The stress killed him. End of story. Happy now?” “Not even close,” Damien replied, voice low. “Because I was blamed for a lot of those collapses. Including the Hart family’s. Does that name mean anything more to you than just headlines?”

In their world, unknown elements were threats until proven otherwise, and I was very much an unknown. The doors opened before us, revealing a foyer of marble and crystal, of art worth more than most people would see in a lifetime. The space was designed to overwhelm, to remind visitors of their place in the hierarchy before they even reached the main gathering. It was psychological warfare disguised as decoration, and even knowing its purpose didn't diminish its effectiveness.

” He uttered in silent warning, as he traced lazy circles on his oakwood desk. I raised my chin in defiance, ready to argue back. “You will not touch the foundation without my consent.” He sharpened his warning, pinning me with a harsh glare. “And if the design requires-” “It won’t.” He cut me off and I swallowed my words. “I don’t take jobs where the truth is off-limits Mr Romano.” I sighed, annoyance bleeding through my words. “Architetta.” He leaned over the desk, hands gripping each side while his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.”

This was something that could have been entirely avoided. My life might not be more valuable than anyone else's. But the knowledge I possessed, along with my surgical skills that could save the lives of hundreds of thousands of cancer patients, made my hands especially important and irreplaceable. As I looked at Shaun, I felt like I was meeting him for the first time—everything about him felt so unfamiliar. "Let's break up," I muttered with finality. Shaun's face darkened, and he stood up angrily. "You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?"