Romans & histoires Ruthless Gl Chapter 72

“When he came back, he was drowning in debt. I paid the banks to make his life hell until every cent was demanded back. But Grey couldn’t manage. His name had been ruined in the country, and even getting a job became impossible. Evelyn and I made sure to taint his portfolio, so no one was willing to work with him.” His eyes glistened, and his voice broke. “And when I was certain he was ruined for life, I bought his shares. I bought him out of the company. Only then… did I rest.” Richard’s hand shook as he wiped a tear from his eyes. “He came back years later, looking terrible— begging for help along with his wife and children. But Evelyn pulled me away. She had security drag them out of the

And now- she offered to help me find the person who hired her to kill me. "Hera, I asked you a question," Rafe said angrily; he pulled his gun from his waistband before cocking it and pointing it at Martha, and my eyes widened in panic. "Maid- she's the new maid." I blurted out before closing my eyes for a brief second. "I forgot to tell you. Uh- I hired her after I fired Cara." I told Mateo, he seemed a bit hesitant to believe me but nodded regardless. "Rafe, get your gun out of her face," I scolded and he frowned at me before hesitantly lowering his gun.

His gaze shifted to the crescent mark on her arm—it was glowing red, pulsating slowly. Alex stopped absorbing her pain for a moment, observing the mark. It seemed to grow brighter, then pulsed again as he resumed channeling her pain. Suddenly, a sharp surge hit him like lightning. His eyes flashed yellow, and he felt paralyzed, unable to move. Something unexplainable surged from Ruth’s body.

The most ugliest person asked her. END OF CHAPTER 29

He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven

Alba’s claws had protruded so the white wood now had a series of deep metre long gashes. It looks like I’ve completely lost my mind in here. I rolled over, laid flat on the bed rubbing my eyes with my hands. “Why don’t I have a week? What is so important?” I groan, as Rhett seems to purposely rattle the trash bag loudly to hurt my head. “You need to get a fucking grip, that’s what,” Glenn remarked sourly, “She’s just a girl, there’s enough fresh pussy out there,” which made me sit up in bed properly.

I ask gently, “What happened on that day, baby?” She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, before continuing. “I killed someone... an Alpha.” The silence that follows is obvious, and Ruth's eyes scan our faces as if searching for something – like understanding, or perhaps a glimmer of judgment. When she finds none, she continues, her voice laced with a hint of confident. “His name was Greg Usher, the brother of our Alpha.” Ruth's shoulders shrug, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes. “He deserved his fate,” she states, her voice firm, yet her eyes show her pains."

“Explain this! And don’t you dare lie to me.” Graham stammered, unable to come up with a plausible excuse. The silence stretched, and I could see the desperation in his eyes. Flora’s fury was like a storm, unstoppable and fierce. “This is better than I imagined,” I mused, feeling the weight of my triumph. “Flora’s world is crumbling, slowly.” Flora finally settled down on the chair, her breathing heavy and uneven. The fight seemed to have drained her, but the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed. Graham approached her cautiously, his hands raised in a placating gesture.