Zero Days Ruth Ware Novels & Stories

-AURORA’S POV- The sound of a baby's cry jolted me awake from my slumber. I saw Ruth, holding the crying infant and gently trying to rock him back to sleep. However, her efforts seemed to be in vain, as the child continued to cry. The moment her gaze met mine, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Finally," she exclaimed as she approached me. I extended my hand towards the child. As he slipped into my embrace, he gazed up at me with his blue eyes and let out a gentle chuckle.

His eyes were bloodshot. "Kathy, how could you do this? We've been together for seven years. Seven years, and you're ready to walk away over something like this? Have you stopped caring about the company too?" Seven years. Hearing that only made it sound more ridiculous. I looked at him, and my tone turned icy. "And what have you actually given me in the past seven years? You know exactly how many nights I stayed up working for your company and how much effort I put into it.

‘I know someone who has the necessary resources to help me get to the bottom of this. “Jason, can you track down two cellphones for me?” “Sure.” He replied without a second thought. * * * After what seemed like ages, the driver pulled over at Regina’s residence, the one she rented after Edmund made her leave his house, Jason got him the address. He knocked at the door, anger lashing through his body. She opened, greeting him hesitantly, staring at him with conflicted eyes. He got inside without an invitation and started roaming around, checking all the rooms.

With a single sentence. "Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight, if you want to see Ruth again." I knew I had to go, I had to save Ruth. But as I looked at the note, I felt a sense of unease. Who was behind this? And what did they want from me? I arrived at the old warehouse at midnight, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. I had to save Ruth, no matter what it took. As I entered the warehouse, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was Cynthia, her eyes gleaming with malice.

“Hi, Mr. Winters. I’m the COO of Willis Corporation. I’m Kendry Willis.” Duke reached out to gently shake hands with him. He glanced at Kendry and proceeded to look at Adeena. At that instant, his extremely cold eyes were slowly filled with tenderness. Ruth nearly ran out of breath. This man was actually looking at her! The only correct decision she had ever made in her life was to follow her father there! Ruth’s hands trembled as she walked over. “Hi, Mr. Winters. I’m Ruth Willis, the daughter of the Willis family.”

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.

Dario and Gayle stalled on the threshold, looking at the mess in the ward. The smashed medical equipment was scattered all over the floor. The tray, clipboard, vials of the potions, IV drip bottle, syringes, cotton, and gauze roll were strewn here and there. The sofa was lying upside down. Both the coffee table and the stool were broken.

She had been locked in her room for days. Finally, Aura emerged, looking like the wreckage of her own life. Her hair was tangled in a loose knot, her eyes puffy and red from hours of crying. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes clung to her wrinkled clothes, and what remained of her makeup was smeared all over her face like war paint. It had been four days since she’d locked herself away—four days without food, surviving only on a bottle of whisky and a pack of cigarettes to numb the ache.

Amara P.O.V Stepping out of the car, I quiver at the sudden night breeze that swept by me. We wait for a moment when the back entrance doors to the club opens and a man who would probably be working for Zale invites us in. “So, once we are positive with the pen-drive, we immediately vacate. No drama!” Zale revises. Nodding their heads, Albert and Jackson mingle into the club and I am once again left alone with him.

The debt wasn't settled with a funeral yet. ​"Why are you here, Nana?" I asked, looking around the cramped apartment. "You told me to stay away from the city. You told me the Vance name was a curse if it got too close to a Thorne." ​Ruth reached into the pocket of her cardigan and pulled out a small, tarnished brass key. It wasn't digital. It wasn't smart. It was just a piece of shaped metal, worn smooth by decades of thumbing.