Ruiner Nergigante Novels & Stories

He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

“But, if you don’t want any of that, you have to do just one small thing for me. Stop writing about my son and stay away from him. If you can do that, I won’t bother you and your family. If you don’t, I’ll do more than just kidnapping and issuing threats. When I let you go, you’ll have time to research about me, even talk to the people whose lives and careers I have destroyed because they’re many. It’s why my son entrusted me to this. I have destroyed him before so he knows just what I’m capable of. Doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll ruin you if I have to.”

It slid down and didn't get back up. He stood in the sudden silence with blood running down his arm — mostly not his — and the chain dragging against the floor and his ribs doing their own separate accounting. He looked around. Broken pillars. Collapsed walls. Carvings worn smooth by centuries of nobody caring. Somewhere in here was an artifact Drift wanted badly enough to send someone else to find it. Nero stood in the center of the ruin with blood running down his arm and dripping from his fingertips. Not his blood.

The silk soaked up most of the stain, and what was left was a dim mark, blending into the fabric—hardly noticeable without direct lighting. I sighed in relief, grateful to the stranger—but I refused to be distracted. I made my way back to the gala. They took my legacy, my life, and worst of all, the life of my unborn baby. It would take more than a spilled drink to deter me from executing my revenge. I stepped back into the hall with my head held high. My re-entry was less grand than my initial appearance, but I was unfazed as I scanned the room for signs of Walter. Finally, my eyes settled on him—surrounded by other CEOs, already deep in discussion with my father.

Killian flinched, Ivy tightening her grip on him. Victor’s laughter broke again, wild and hollow. He looked up at nothing, as if the ceiling held the reason for his pain. “I’ll burn it all! I’ll.. I’ll..I’ll ruin him! DO YOU HEAR ME?!” His voice echoed across the hangar, bending under the storm outside. Dante’s body lay motionless near the crates. Killian Senior pulled Elena closer, as if holding her could drag her back. Killian pressed his forehead to hers, jaw clenched so tightly it trembled. Ivy wiped at his face with shaking fingers, whispering his name through tears.

“They pay a ton to have this place cleaned up for just a few hours. Word is, they’ve got a mansion in Southbridge. This is all just for show.” Hearing that, I felt a chill down my spine. Since the Halloways’ main estate was in Southbridge, I rode my bike there. The mansion was enormous, perched halfway up the hill, and guarded by security. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of being in a place like that. As I approached, a guard barked, “Hey! You! Get lost!” I froze. Then, just as I was turning to leave, a motorcycle roared past me. I recognized it instantly. It was worth over 300 thousand dollars, and on it was Xander, who saw me too.