Romans & histoires When Does Ruthless Come On

"Treason?" "If you don't return to Silvercrest City with me before the full moon tomorrow night," Everett rumbles, his eyes locking onto mine with absolute, undeniable possessiveness, "the Council will mark you as a rogue, seize the Whitmore Hill House, and sentence your brothers to the labor mines."

He opened the door wider, and I strode in before sitting on the edge of the bed. He was about to speak when his phone rang, distracting him. I rolled my eyes when Raphael's name flashed boldly across the screen. It didn't take long before a message dropped on my phone. I unlocked it with my fingerprint, swiping to read it when a scream tore off my throat. We know where you live. You can't be protected for long!

“You mean, I have to change my personality? To become… ruthless?” Ruthless. The word for some reason tasted sweet in my mouth. For months now, I tried everything possible to get over Damian's betrayal. Selene's pursuit of power, but the ugly scene kept on replaying over and over again. To ever get my revenge back, I must become ruthless, unpredictable to them. Elena nodded, clearly happy that I had made up my mind to take all that made me tears down. “Exactly. Ruthless, very precise, and cold hearted, but always carrying yourself with elegance. You’ll return stronger, and the storm they never saw coming.”

Something she knew she shouldn't have done but could not help herself. "Laura said she bumped into Xavier Vellutini in the airport this morning." A woman in blonde squealed as she said. "Oh sweet Jesus! When can I bump into him too?" The other woman in brunette placed her face on her hands and said, her eyes looking dreamy. "In your dreams probably. You know there's gonna be a war again right? I don't think Vincenzo will let him off the hook that easily now that he's back." The woman nodded. "Well let's just hope we don't see anymore dead bodies in the news."

To know more, tune in for the next update of Ruthless Romance. Purva Narang (Your writer) Till the next time *****************

The front door opened and her eyes widened slightly when she saw a fluff of silver hair. Lennox stepped inside. His tan skin had droplets of blood on his neck and cheek. His silver eyes looked darker as he met her gaze and passed her a tight-lipped smile. There was blood all over his clothes. Aurora was seeing him after a while and this wasn't the way she wanted to see him. Rasmus walked in second and he had less blood on his clothes. He still looked human and she was glad he was alive but nothing prepared her for what she saw next.

Adrian Something felt wrong the moment I turned into Scarlett’s driveway. The house was still lit up even though it was far too late for anyone to still be awake. Light spilled softly through the windows, cutting through the darkness surrounding the property, and an uneasy feeling settled immediately in my chest. Scarlett was careful, disciplined, and well structured. She wasn’t the type to stay up carelessly in the middle of the night unless something was bothering her. And for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was.

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(Aria’s POV) The screen of my phone lights up on my desk, bright against the polished wood. Another unknown number. I shouldn’t look. I know better. But my thumb betrays me. Unknown Number: You’ll pay for what you stole. My stomach knots instantly, sharp and ugly. A warning shot, straight to the gut. The phone buzzes again before I can even breathe. Unknown Number: Your money won’t shield you. We’re watching. My throat dries. Whoever it is, they know exactly where to strike. My wealth. My reputation. The armor I wear so no one sees the cracks.