Romans & histoires Ruthless Gl Chapter 72

She could feel Chloe circling, looking for weakness the way predators did. “You disappear,” Chloe continued. “You come back looking wrecked. And suddenly bills are paid.” She tilted her head. “What did you trade this time?” Ruth’s throat burned. “I didn’t trade anything,” she said quietly. Chloe stepped closer. “Then explain the bruises.” Ruth stiffened. She turned slowly. “They’re none of your business.” Chloe smiled…but there was no humor in it. “Everything you do becomes my business when I’m the one watching our brother suffer.”

The glint of madness in his eyes made me realize that appealing to his humanity might be futile. "Ruth, it's because of him that I can't have you," Charles sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "He stole you from me, and now he will pay the price." The rage in his eyes was palpable, and I knew that Richard's life was in imminent danger.

I stare down at the glass placed right infront of me. “Do.not.touch.that!” Zale’s voice booms through the earpiece, almost startling me. ‘Tip – 1, he likes challenging girls!’ I recollect. “I am well equipped to buy myself one, moreover I don’t accept drinks from strangers” I shove his drink away. “Whiskey on the rocks!” I order for myself. “I like that attitude, little girl!” his hand on my thigh groping it. That unwanted touch destabilises my brain, as few blurred memories rush infront of my eyes. My breaths shallow as I try to take in as much oxygen as possible.

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

After everything he said today, after cutting me off, after pretending Santorini meant nothing, after telling me to forget. He’s jealous. Something wild stirs inside me, something reckless, something hurt and angry and tired of pretending. So I turn slowly toward Aaron, I tuck my hair behind my ear, and lean in just a little, not too much. Just enough for Julian to see. Aaron grins, clearly pleased by the attention, completely unaware he’s a pawn in a war he didn’t start. I take a sip of my drink, letting my lips linger on the straw. Pretending Julian Stone doesn’t have the power to pull me apart with a single look.

Veeraj was worth it. Even if he destroyed me. END OF CHAPTER 26

A menacing laughter erupted from my lips as thoughts of what I would do to her ran down my head. I was certain that she felt I would fire her as a result of what happened the previous night. But I wouldn't. No matter what Lilith does to me or anyone, she will never be sacked. Rather, I would chip off her wings, feather by feather, until she was left with nothing to fly with. I would break her beyond repair. Only then would she submit to me as her Alpha. When I was done with her, I would dump her. She won't challenge me now or in her next life. She would understand why people referred to me as the Ruthless Alpha.

Celia's POV "And I forgot," I turned to the man who is as white as his moustache. "Here is the contract. I want you you to put in words that you will never touch me or my family in any way." And he signed it without reading the full contents of it. I like how I am able to knock him down. This exactly how I used to be. Right when I was about to leave this man forever for good, I heard a muffle laugh. For a second, I thought it was Jonathan, but he is not even able to lift his finger. I turned back to look at him. He is as confused as I was. The sound came again. It is a combined chuckle and I am sure, we two are not the only persons here. The way to the bedroom has elegant cherry black silk c

Adrian's POV. (At a reserved exclusive private booth in the Valenti Casino. The night is young.) "FUUCCCKKKK!!!" I roared, slamming my glass of whiskey on the wall just right above Charles who sat under me. The glass shattered loud. Sharp pieces flew everywhere and rained down on the floor. Whiskey dripped down the dark wall in sticky streams. The strong smell of alcohol burned my nose and made my eyes water. Charles sat still, his legs joined together, coiled up. The man looked small in the big leather chair. His hands rested on his knees. He stayed quiet, his eyes low on the floor like a scared animal.

"**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**" "Leave him alone!" I roared, the violet seed in my hand glowing with a frantic, white-hot heat. "Take me! I'm the one who broke your bridge! I'm the one who defaulted!" --- ## Chapter 72: The Bankruptcy of the Soul The mechanical heart slowed its rhythm, a deep, resonant *thud* that shook the floor beneath my feet. A holographic screen manifested in front of me, displaying a complex, glowing equation that made my eyes bleed.