Novel & Cerita Ruined Summary

The moment I saw him, everything from last night came rushing back in broken pieces. Flashback I remembered Sarah trying to help me up at the party. I remembered Zane saying he would take me home. I remembered arguing with him in the car, my words slurred. “I don’t want to go with you, you shameless bastard…” He had only smirked. I remembered him carrying me out of the car when my legs refused to work properly. I had been hitting his chest weakly, still cursing him. “Put me down, you psycho… you’re my boss… this is wrong… you’re a damn pervert…”

I stopped walking. For a second I just stood there, taking in the sight of her — hair falling loose from whatever she'd tied it back with hours ago, one hand still curled loosely near the keyboard like she'd fallen asleep mid-thought. Papers scattered around her, financial documents, printouts with dates circled in pen, notes scrawled in the margins in her small, quick handwriting. I stepped closer and looked at the screen without touching anything. Financial filings. Old news articles. A timeline she'd built herself, cross-referencing dates, connecting the production company's collapse to something bigger than a simple contract falling through.

The betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain: my best friend and my boyfriend together, laughing at my destruction. Suddenly, the main doors to the ballroom burst open with a violent crash. All eyes turned toward the entrance. Raymond?

Took my hand. Fingers laced. No words. Just holding. The rain started again outside. Soft. Steady. Like a promise. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The ruin was still there. But so were we. And for the first time in weeks… It felt like maybe just maybe we could rebuild something from the ashes.

My gaze drifted to the black suit he wore, the very one that had started all of this. "Then throw that suit away," I said softly. "I'll make you a new one." He nodded without hesitation, his eyes tender, full of hope. "Okay." For a while, I truly believed life would go on peacefully from there. But then, Vincent appeared. At first, he only lingered near our home, standing at a distance with a dark, brooding stare fixed on our windows. Soon, though, he began to lose control, shouting, raging, completely out of his mind.

He gripped the door handle, wrenched it open, and stormed out, slamming it behind him so hard the frame rattled. I knew it, Riven thought bitterly as he stormed down the hallway, his blood boiling. I knew the day you married that woman it would change your heart, Ace. You've grown soft. But I won't let the illusions of this world fool me again. It already took everything from me once. It left me abandoned, homeless, and starving. I will never look for the goodness in it again. Lost in the dark labyrinth of his own mind, Riven rounded the corner blindly.

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.

Crown Prince Raul’s Point of View Not finding Zela within the sprawling, ruined mansion of Nerville plunged me into an abyss of intense despair. The barren, ravaged rooms screamed of her absence, each splintered beam and shattered window a testament to her not being there. It had been impossible to control Slade, my wolf, he had unleashed an unbridled fury, tearing through the structure, reducing everything in his path to splinters and dust. The sheer scale of the destruction in the building amounted to millions in damage.

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?"

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.