Ruthless Love Letter Novels & Stories

“It's no use talking to you now, James. Because you are crazy. But yes, I admit that you have a very cunning mind. That's why Sophia didn't want to have sex with you from the start of your relationship.” Ruth muttered and returned James' taunt. Ruth even started to hold back the smile on her face, when she started noticing the change in facial expression James was showing just now. Slowly, Ruth reached into her pocket, and took out the letter Sophia had written earlier. Ruth sighed as she lowered her head slightly to look directly at the letter currently in her right palm there. And not long after that, Ruth was looking right back at James now too. Ruth held out her right hand to James so sh

He was holding his coffee like it was keeping him alive. “You mentioned a charity gala,” I said. He blinked. “The one you told me to shove up my ass because you had ‘more important things to do’?” I looked at him without answering. “Yes. Exactly that one.” Andrew sighed the long, suffering sigh of a man who’d learned not to argue. “One moment.” He left, then came back with an envelope so thick it could’ve stopped a bullet. The thing was heavy, glossy, gold-embossed in a way that looked both expensive and tacky. I didn’t need to check the sender. Nera Petrovna, wife of Alexandr the Third—Pakhan of the Bratva. Her style was impossible to miss.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

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.”

Chris awkwardly chuckled, suddenly feeling stupid because the reason for his hatred was ridiculous. “The letter you wrote really bruised my ego badly. I had never been hurt by mere words but they really made me feel useless at that point. It was true that I was struggling but you being the one to say such cruel things to me really broke me. I carried that resentment with me and it—” “Wait… what letter?” Rita asked, totally bemused. She had been shocked when Chris was suddenly talking about a letter that she wrote. ‘How come I wrote a letter without knowing I wrote a letter?’

I still remember the letter she sent me before our engagement, emotionless and cold, a masterclass in manipulation: “Drake, we both know that this isn’t about love. Marriage is power. You’re about to inherit an empire; I can help you protect it. Let’s not ruin this alliance by pretending that it’s anything else.” I read that letter for hours, searching for something …something to tell me that it’s a prank, that it’s not real…doubt, anything. But I got nothing. And just before I tore the paper, I realized that she was an emotionless bitch!

“Alright! New rule: nobody cries today. Tears clog pores.” Delphine followed with a tray of fancy pastries she didn’t bake. “Mama, I brought almond croissants. And no, I don’t know what almond paste is, so don’t ask.” Ruth walked in right behind her with a giant binder labeled BACHELORETTE EXTRAVAGANZA — TOP SECRET. “Ruth,” Ava said slowly, “why does that binder look like the Bible and the tax code had a child?” “Because,” Ruth announced proudly, “we’re planning responsibly… and foolishly.”

My breathing hitched as the proximity became unbearable, and the lump in my throat grew impossible to swallow. "I told you, I'm a man of my word. I haven't forgotten our conversation." His voice was thick and husky. "Then remember this, I would rather die than love you." He pulled back to meet my eyes, a smug smile curling his lips. "You know why?" I continued, my voice slightly trembling with hatred. "Because you're going to be alone for the rest of your life. No one wants you. No one wants a ruthless monster with a heart as black and rotten as yours. You'll die alone, Finn. Oh no, I'll be there to watch you die the most painful of deaths, and I'll make sure you remember all the pain you've

She held the letter out. Nikolai took it. He held it the way he had held Elena's letter, carefully, with the specific attention of a man who understood that paper could carry things that outlasted the people who had written on it. He did not open it. He looked at Ruth. "The uneasy feeling she described," he said. "Did she ever elaborate. In other correspondence. Anything after this letter." "There was no correspondence after this letter," Ruth said. "She died before she would have written again."

I lay on my back in my own bedroom, legs spread and trembling, while Ruth’s fingers moved steadily inside me. Her thumb circled my clit at the same time, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through my body. I hated how wet I had become, how easily she had taken charge after everything that had started with that cursed letter of recommendation.