Novel & Cerita Ruined By Love

She turned away so he wouldn’t see her fall apart. He came up behind her but didn’t touch her. “I’m sorry.” The apology cracked in the middle. She nodded hard. “This is going to break us apart,” he continued, voice weak. “It’s going to destroy Dax. Your dad. Your mom. You. Your reputation. Everything.” She was crying openly now. She turned back to him, cheeks wet. “I understand.” He looked stunned. He’d expected a fight. Her usual challenging fire. “You do?”

It hurt to even think about her. Avery. Even her name in my head caused my heart to shudder and crack. Why should thinking about a simple name hurt? Muttering under his breath, Rush revised, “Don’t let him take away everything you love. This is the time to come back stronger than ever, to show him you’re not beaten.” Except I felt beaten. I felt broken. Reuben had succeeded in ruining me. He’d won. I was done. Shaking my head wearily at Rush, I asked, “How? I smashed my fucking trumpet to pieces. And I don’t have the money to replace—”

I reached for him too, but chaos exploded behind me. My father collapsed. An Omega’s heart can only bear so much before it breaks. I stood there. Soaked. Paralyzed. Useless. The grief came again, curling around my ribs, choking me. No sound. Just ache. That word, love, had ruined me. In less than three days, it had stolen everything. While I waited in the castle for a man who never meant to love me… My family was being destroyed. My mother tortured to death. My brother imprisoned and now My father collapsed, fading fast.

Would he stop if he knew I was a virgin? He curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Yeah? Still basically untouched. Bet no one ever finger-fucked you like this.” He added a third finger, stretching me. The wet sounds were loud and filthy in the quiet room. “Oh my god—” I cried out. “Say it. Say ‘I’m a desperate slut who needs her pussy ruined.’” “I’m—I’m a desperate slut,” I panted, pushing back against his hand. “I need my pussy ruined— please—”

she mumbled, obviously surprised by my sudden appearance. Tears quickly rolled down my eyes upon seeing her. I weakly leaned my body against her, asking for her support. “He didn’t trust me, enough. I love him yet he ruined our marriage,” I whispered against my sobs and let myself broke down in pain. Yes, he's the one who ruined it. He might have seen me naked with another guy but I know nothing happened. If anything did… he would have known I didn’t want it to happen at all. He really did it intentionally.

My mind was exhausted and it was probably playing cruel tricks on me. I think I need a break from all this, from Daniel. I’m starting to think they were right about him. He probably didn’t care about me the way I had convinced myself he did. Three months of saving myself for what I thought was true love, and here I was , used, sore, and abandoned on what was supposed to be his special night. I was still clinging to an idea of a love that only existed in my head.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “I don’t deserve you,” he said. “But I can’t let you go either.” They stayed like that until the afternoon light began to fade. No sex. No passion. Just two people clinging to each other in the wreckage of the life they had destroyed. Outside, the sun set. Inside, Luca’s breakdown continued quiet now, but no less devastating. He had chosen love. And love had cost him his daughter. And the promise he made to his dying wife hung over them both like a shadow that would never leave.

she whispered into the darkness, “then ruin is what I’ll give them.” The game had changed. And now, love itself was the weapon that would destroy them all.

Building something on top of ruins is never the right thing to do. We were both falling apart with the problems of our lives, and we sought comfort in the other. That was our mistake. The beginning of a story that had its end before its script was ready. He was right, but I was wrong. And loving him was like being in front of a kaleidoscope, sometimes mesmerizing, sometimes frightening. I would never end with a happy ending. Not as long as the beginning was tragic. And I knew that when, once again, his face was the last thing I allowed myself to remember before the blood ran away from my body and the forces were stolen from me. Before I broke, from the spine, to the chest, both shattered by

And yet I float there in silence, letting the ache spread through my chest and bleed quietly into the water around me. All I know is that I’m ruined. And Ares Russo doesn't even know he’s the one who broke me. Vivid images continue to replay relentlessly behind my closed eyes. Areś with that woman, how he touched her, his hands rough and detached, as if the contact meant nothing at all to him. As if he didn't feel a damn thing. The image leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, a relentless reminder of my foolishness. How could I have been so utterly, blindingly stupid? So naïve to let myself believe... fuck, believe what, exactly?