CREATED FOR RUIN

Hello to my beautiful readers!!Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance.Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes.LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you.A BRIEF RUNDOWN OF THE MAIN CHARACTER AND HER LOVE INTEREST:-FMC:- Name: Ginevra Rodriguez Age: 24AKA: Dark Knight MMC:-Name: Ricardo SanchezAge: 30AKA: GhostLET’s GET INTO IT!!

GINEVRA I had never imagined the level of difficulty to be faced with whilst initiating peace after trouble had been stirred up. In the underworld, trouble was easy, but peace and settlement were the most prominent stumbling blocks ever to be faced. That was the reason a lot of families fell out a lot of times and made sure to burn themselves to the ground.There was no room for peace.That was beginning to seem like my case with the Sanchez’s.A meeting that was held and concluded in less than an hour, a meeting that a few words were said, a meeting that held a lot of unforeseen promises, a meeting that was merely two individuals of the same age group stroking each other’s ego—in a bad way.That meeting had resulted into something far worse than the most talked about and feared Armageddon.Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months and yet, the Rodriguez’s and Sanchez’s were yet to find common ground. Both parties at a loss of money, products and lots of lives, and yet, we remain

RICARDO Ariana Viktor Advik was dead.I was to be happy. I was supposed to be extremely happy, ecstatic, elated, grateful—but I wasn’t. Why? Her death was too easy.She wasn’t supposed to die such a peaceful death after wrecking havoc in my own life.She didn’t deserve a simple death.For me, there was always a fine line between hating a person and just not liking them. But when it came to that conniving bitch, Ariana, I hated her with all that I was.I loathed her existence to a point where I began fantasizing her death.She had taken something from me, something of great value, and I couldn’t ever forgive it.God, I desired to be her punisher. I desired to be the one who watched her breathe her last, but I had to be careful.She was the daughter of a man whom I’d never make a mistake of crossing. The Godfather of Russia—Viktor Nikolai Advik.They were only a few people whom I feared, and that dreadful man was on the top of that list. I had to be careful with him no matter what I di

GINEVRA My hair in a messy bun, an all black two piece sweat pant and shirt was all I adorned myself by. Today was not an official day, today was the day I would feast on blood, today was the day I was going to let the monster that had relentlessly clawed at my soul have a taste of what it had been yearning for.Today was the day I was going to leave my mark, and gain myself a lasting reputation and respect in both my clan and all of the crime families in Cosa Nostra.In the world of crime, women were almost never taken seriously—young, vibrant women like myself especially. We were bred to become wives and mothers, we were used as tools to initiate peace treaties between rival families.We were regarded as nothing but princesses with pretty faces, nice bodies, and a good pussy.But I wanted nothing to do with that absurd arrangement. I wanted more. I had always desired to be more than a princess.And when I was declared and sworn in as the head of my clan, a lot of Capo’s expressed

GINEVRA When I told my father that helping his son escape Don Viktor’s wrath came with a price, he had imagined that price to be money.It was after all what the average human pined after—money.But for me, money was not an issue. Julia left me a shit ton.So, when I had demanded that ownership of the Rodriguez group of companies be passed down to me, it caused a stir of trouble in the Rodriguez home.Gustavo came at me, Sophia Rodriguez—my mamá—came at me, and my eldest sister came at me.Selfish.Insensitive.Greedy.Fool.Wicked.They had all called me names, slapped me across the face even. And all I did was wear a smile. I wore a smile with pride and sat there until their ranting died down.Mio padre knew, he knew there was no way out of the mess his son had caused him. So, when his extremely loud family had the decency to keep their tongue at bay, he simply got the documents ready and his companies were transferred under my name.It took hours, but I waited. I had no issue wait