Novel & Cerita Ruinous Love Trilogy

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

When they reached the ridge, the sky above the ruins had turned the color of old bruises—deep purple streaked with rust. The mirror shards in the field no longer shimmered. They stood tall now, humming in unison. Like a choir with no mouths, only memory. Tristan stopped her before she could descend. "We do this on your terms. No more alone." Yvette looked at him. Really looked. There was a steadiness in him that defied the chaos. A warmth that hadn’t dimmed even when the world cracked at the edges. "You think I’d leave you behind now?" she asked.

Because beneath all the venom, all the distance, something else was growing again — slow and quiet like rot. Something that felt dangerously close to love. And I hated it. I hated him. But I couldn’t stop wanting the one man who’d already destroyed me once. Maybe that was the real chain between us. Not the guilt. Not the lies. But this — this impossible, relentless hunger for something that could only end in ruin. And maybe… I was already too far gone to care.

"My parents threatened to disown me if I didn't marry Gwendolyn. The company was struggling, and I wasn't thinking straight when I agreed to their demands. "You have to believe me when I say that I never wanted to let you go. You're still the love of my life." Tears welled in his eyes as he went on, "Ever since you left, I've thought about you every single day. You're more important to me than my family. I don't even know what to do without you—" I cut him off coldly, "Stop making yourself the victim, will you? You say you love me, but you wanted to keep me as your mistress while you married someone else. I don't want this kind of love! I regret being blind and wasting ten years on you."

“Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.” My plan was clear; infiltrate, gain their trust, gather information and avenge my father. For the first two, I had already done that. But gathering information in this place was like walking through a maze blindfolded. I leaned against my chair staring at the door he had just walked through. I had to remind myself that Ricardo was dangerous, just because he spoke softly and seemed kind didn't mean otherwise. I had seen him in action. But still…. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not about my revenge or my mission but the way he kissed me like I was precious.

“If she’d had a stronger bond with you, no one would have been able to manipulate you so easily. You should thank me for protecting you from weakness. There’s no place for sentiment in our world, Alex.” In that moment, Alex swore to sever all ties with his father. He declared that his bloodline would end with him — he’d never give his father the satisfaction of a legacy. The trauma of losing Iris and his unborn child left scars that would never heal. He couldn’t forgive himself for failing to trust her, and he certainly would never forgive his father. Since then, Alex had closed off that part of himself, building walls that no one could penetrate. He stayed away from love, family, and anythi

She cocked her head, watching me with childish delight. “You’re lying,” I snapped, more to myself than to her. “Declan’s still in there. Azaiah too. I’ll get them back.” “You think love can fix everything, Raven?” She laughed, stepping between the corpses like she was strolling through a flower field. “I thought the same thing once. But look what love gave me. A broken son. A traitor mate. And now…” Her eyes flashed. Not just power. Hunger. “Now I’ll take everything from you, the way they took everything from me.”

In the ruins of us. I would like to scream. Scream my pain, my incomprehension, this monstrous love that persists despite everything. I would like to open the door and hit him, and have him hold me again, and let everything be erased. But nothing is erased. The facts are there, terrible and immutable. His infidelity is a wall between us. I crash against it, again and again, until I bleed. Loving him is not a solution. It is the disease itself.

If I chose to be with him, maybe it would not be long before he grew tired of me. Just like how Benjamin and I had once loved each other so deeply, yet even that could not withstand the slow erosion of time. Perhaps Benjamin still loved me now, but it was no longer the same kind of love. The purity was gone. Cedric answered my question seriously, saying, "Emma, as you said, we've never actually been together. No matter how much I say I love you, or promise I'll never change, after what happened with Benjamin…you won't be able to fully trust me again."

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios