Ruinous Love Trilogy Novels & Stories

It wrung out my tears, left me hollow, and shattered every dream I’d once clung to. I used to dream of love. Of marrying someone whose eyes would make me forget the world, whose touch would feel like safety, like home. But love didn’t live here. Not with Adrian. He married me for one reason: revenge. To punish me, to keep me bound under his heel. He didn’t even pretend otherwise. The hate was always there—in his voice, his glare, his silence. And the worst part? He never told me why. Why did he hate me so much? Why had I become the target of all this pain?

At the threshold she stops, back ramrod straight, and looks over her shoulder. “This marriage changes nothing,” she says. “I still hate you. I still want your empire in ashes. And the second this year is over, I will destroy everything you love.” I slide my hands into my pockets, watching her like she’s already mine. “You’re welcome to try, baby. But by the time this contract ends, you won’t want to leave.” The door slams behind her. Richard whistles low. “That woman is going to make your life hell.” I stare at the closed door, already imagining her in my penthouse, in my sheets, wearing nothing but that ring and my marks.

Volume nine has four more entries referencing the Moreau working over the following two years, as Beatrice Ashworth followed the story the way scholars follow stories, with the patient accumulation of additional data. The second entry, from January 2000, describes the mechanics as Beatrice understood them from her correspondence with the New Orleans branch: The Lover's Ruin operates through the following mechanism: upon inheritance of the target's fortune, the heir inherits the curse simultaneously. The curse compels the heir to destroy their truest love through pride, cruelty, and self-sabotage. The stronger the genuine love, the stronger the compulsion to destroy it. Duration: indefinite.

rina, of what she did, of what she wanted to do, of what she would have done, if I hadn't been there, if I hadn't searched, if I hadn't found, if I hadn't saved my father, saved the truth, saved what she wanted to destroy, what she wanted to kill, what she wanted to erase, annihilate, make disappear, like Viviane, like Gérard, like everything that stood in the way of her path, her plans, her lies, her secrets, her crimes, and I think of her love, of her way of loving, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I can't name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a da

It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore. “Your sorry couldn't change anything anymore,” I sharply muttered as I wiped my tears away. “The damage has been done. What you broke cannot be fixed anymore, Lorenzo,” I said coldly. “Please..” he pleaded as I tried to press himself more on me as if it would make me change my mind. I shook my head, “I can't trust you anymore” After that, I felt Lorenzo's shoulders slumped dejectedly and slowly, I felt his hold finally loosened. However, he didn't step away though, and his face remained buried on my neck and shoulder.

It grew with me, changed with me, and healed with me. This is the end of The Sicilian Ruin Series — but it’s not the end of the fire that started it. There will always be a piece of Amara and Luca living somewhere in these words, somewhere between the lines. And maybe, in some quiet way, they’ll live in you too. Thank you for walking through the ruin and the beauty with me. For choosing love even when it was hard. For seeing beyond the blood and into the humanity that bound these two souls together.

She had never imagined that her mate, her childhood crush, Robert, would reject her so publicly. Robert was every girl's dream man—a Greek god in human form with strength, height, and those charming eyes that could make any girl's legs quake. They had been close friends during their school years, a bond that was severed when her mother died of a heart disease and her father remarried. The new woman in her father's life had brought a child into the world without their knowledge—a child born of betrayal. Aurora's father, once the perfect alpha and loving mate, had turned cold towards her since her stepmother entered their lives.

Because calm meant uncertainty too. When you stopped fighting crises constantly, you had to confront whatever remained underneath. And underneath her survival instincts— there was grief. Not only grief over loss. Grief over herself. Over how long she spent believing exhaustion was proof of worth. Her eyes lowered toward her hands again. “I don’t think I ever learned what healthy love looked like.” The admission barely rose above a whisper. But Adrian heard it. His expression softened—not pity. Recognition. “That’s harder to learn when survival becomes the priority.”

“No. If you burn the world, they’ll burn me to stop you. And you’ll be left with nothing but ashes.” Her restraint wounded him more than her father’s chains ever could. But he could not deny the truth. Their love wasn’t building anything. It was tearing everything down. From the shadows above, Isabella watched. She had followed, silent as a viper, her nails biting her palm until blood welled in her hand. Their kiss, their whispered vows, the sight of Damian holding Adriana as if she were his salvation — it shredded what little sanity Isabella clung to. Her lips curved into a smile that was nothing like joy. “If ruin is what they want,” she whispered into the darkness, “then ruin is what I’ll

"Woman, I already know the truth. The truth about your dad and the truth that you are Petit Auteur. You don't need to do that, Zy. That was your dream." "Zy, will you allow me to open our book again? Sa chapters na ito, we will continue being together, just like before, hand-in-hand, facing the waves of life together. Let me lament with you. I am willing to cry with you until the day you heal from your father 's death. You did that first, you melted the hate in my heart and helped me to accept my dad's fate. This time, let me do the same, woman. Take me with you as you go through your dark times." "I have loved you yesterday and still I will for the rest of my life. I will always search for