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CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
GINEVRA I slipped out of my room, making sure my feet delivered featherlight contact to the floor as I made my way down the spiral stairs. All those hours I spent in my room, I took my time pondering over the life Ricardo was offering. It was a promising one, a peaceful life, a life that offered the quietness and gentility I sought, but it was not for me. I was too fucked up in the head for that life. I made a decision. I was leaving and I was leaving without letting Ricardo know. "Going somewhere?" That familiar thick voice echoed and halted my movement just when I was about twisting the door knob. I spun around and was met with Ricardo's piercing gaze. Those blue irises shone so bright and my knees almost gave out on me. "I asked you a question, Ginevra, are you headed somewhere?" Somewhere; the irony. "I'm leaving." I deadpanned as I straightened my back. "Leaving where?" Ricardo asked in amusement. "I'm leaving this house, I'm leaving Tuscany, I want out of this." "No."
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
GINEVRA I was met by Ricardo's glorious presence the moment I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom, causing me to puff out a confused breath. "What the hell do you think you're doing in here?" I questioned frustratedly. He stood up and motioned towards me as he murmured, "why's your backpack out? Are you going somewhere?" My mouth dropped open and I let out a confused scoff as my brows furrowed. "It was you who pointed out the door and asked that I leave. And I wonder what you were thinking coming in here when you've made it clear that I'm the danger; you know, the ticking bomb. . ." Ricardo massaged his temple with one hand while the other was shoved into the pocket of his jeans. "Ginevra. . . Baby," his eyes softened as he stared at me intently. "I'm sorry for the things I said to you earlier. It's true that I don't trust you enough just yet but I shouldn't have expressed my doubts in the way I did." He began taking calculated steps toward me but I mirrored him by taking
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
GINEVRA A grumble escaped me when I awoke to the harsh attack of the morning’s sunlight against my eyes. Perhaps at the feel of something wet scattering across my skin. "I can feel your boner. I swear to God, Ricardo Sanchez." Ricardo chuckled through his not so subtle groan, "as much as I'd love to, that's not the reason I'm here. Breakfast is ready, go freshen up and come put something into that grumbling stomach of yours." My eyes immediately snapped open and I jumped down from the bed, hurriedly making my way into the washroom. Yes, I loved food and after that extremely eventful night I had with Ricardo, it was only right that I was famished. After I and Ricardo had finished with the amazingly cooked breakfast, we decided to snuggle up and watch a movie. Except, I was more interested in talking than I was in watching any movie. I mean, what movie would we have watched? "What would you like to do now that you've ruled out watching a movie?" Ricardo had asked as his tongue gl
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
GINEVRA I woke up with no sign of Ricardo around the house, except the pretty white vintage dress and a pair of white thigh high boots that were perfectly placed on the cushion with a note that read—wear me. It had been a month. A month since I and Ricardo had the opportunity to have a proper conversation. A month since we began drifting apart. A month since he received that text that changed him completely. Most times, he'd leave the house without returning, and when he did return, he only had the energy for a quick fuck and nothing more. He became very frustrated, angry, absent, torn, and some days he'd come home with bruises. I'd ask about the bruises and he'd sometimes get angry at me for asking, and most times, he'd claim that things had gotten out of hand at the local gym. Lies after lies was all he told. But there was me who suffered emotionally and physically. I had been getting sick nonstop in the past month and I didn't know what to do for myself except wake up and
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
RICARDO I married her. I married the love of my life! Made her mine in every way possible. Told her how much I loved her. Listened to her as she screamed how much she loved me at the top of her lungs. We signed those papers that joined both of us together until death did us part. She was my one and I finally had her all to myself. But my joy was incomplete, my joy was filled with fear of the unknown, there was uncertainty lurking and that was because. . .They found me. I made a fucking mistake and I was sniffed out. Putting it out exactly how it played out, my father— Luigi Sanchez— held Alex in his custody and tortured him until my best friend had no other option than to give up my location. That day, when my phone had vibrated, my heart dropped when I saw the content of the message. Pictures of Ginevra holding me in her arms, pictures of her straddling me, pictures of her head thrown back in pleasure as she rode my cock. Those were the images that flooded my phone. Anot
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTY
RICARDO I was going to take care of it? Hell, was I? I had left Tuscany a month ago after the unwanted visit from detective Kingsley. That fucking corrupt officer who ate my father's ass for a living. I loathed the fucker and the fact that he had the audacity to call my wife names while threatening me right in front of my own home? I was going to pay him a visit but I had left it to Ginevra, seeing she had promised to give him the death he brought upon himself. Because of his visit, I had snuck away from Ginevra. I ran away to Sicily thinking that all I had to do was have a bloodbath. But something else was awaiting me when I arrived. After one whole month of being away from my woman, I was finally standing in front of the door to our home with tears in my eyes. I fought tooth and nails before I was given an opportunity to go back to her but I was only allowed a week. A week was all I had to be with her and if I stayed a second longer, she'd pay the price. They had eyes on
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
GINEVRA I swayed my hips from side to side, humming to a mental song as I got ready in front of the mirror. I was happy. I was overjoyed. I was ecstatic because for the first time in my life, I loved something more than life in itself. My little monstrous thing growing inside my stomach. It made me sick, made me hate myself most of the time, made me into a bitchy nag and a cry baby, but I found myself falling in love with it everyday. The little thing was just like his father and he hadn't been born yet. His amazing father. He had been paying me extra care since he returned a week ago. He'd cook, clean, set up cameras and force me to make videos with him. He'd kiss my bump, kiss my lips, make love to me so gently because he wanted the feel of me embedded in his memory—and he also didn't want to hurt our baby. The perfect gentleman. I was so in love with two people to a point where I hadn't realized I was slowly turning into ashes. We had our first doctor's appointment booke
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
GINEVRA His gaze faltered and a lone tear stained his cheek. "I'll be getting married to her." I craned my neck back, hysteric laughter bubbling out of me as wild thoughts ran through my mind. Couldn't he fight for us? I understood that he must've been put in a difficult situation but how could he have agreed to be married to another woman? A woman whom I had ruined? "And your marriage to me? Does it hold no water?" I kissed my teeth. I was back. I had had enough of this love bullshit and I was completely back into the game. "Do you remember? ‘My life belongs to you, Ginevra, if I ever attempted walking down the aisle with another woman, you are obligated to take my life from me.’ Those were your words, Ricardo Sanchez, or have you suddenly forgotten?" He gulped down harshly, his eyes boring into me. "I'm obligated to take your life, Ricardo, and that I'll surely do. It'll hurt but I'll make sure you rot in hell." A malicious laugh was heard behind Ricardo. I looked up to fin
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CREATED FOR RUIN AUTHOR’s NOTE
Hello guys, we have finally come to the end of the story between Ginevra Rodriguez and Ricardo Sanchez.Like I said at the beginning of this book—the TW—this book is not your traditional romance; therefore the end is justifiable.Their love wasn’t built upon truth and transparency. Ginevra lured Ricardo in because she had a mission, and Ricardo had lied to Ginevra from the first day they met.The both of them got off from hurting each other, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. And no level of love could ever salvage such wickedness.I love love, and I love the concept of love—because it’s a beautiful emotion. But sometimes, love has to be shut off to get things done.There was no way I’d let Ginevra go through so much in her life for this one mission to wipe out the Sanchez’s only for her to change her mind because of love.Never!First, the love was shitty. Second, she had come a long way for something like love to deter her.When I first completed this book, both Ginevra and
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
GINEVRA In my last moments when Izzy begged me to have a rethink, my eyes zeroed in on Raul who had a stoic expression, but ropes of tears were untamed against his trembling cheeks. Dominico was not a man who hid his emotions; therefore, he was sitting on the bare floor, his eyes bloodshot red from all the tears he had cried. Paulo who was in a way my support system. . .he was crumbling. There wasn't a word enough to describe the pain his features held. Harley who was a mess. I wouldn't have ever imagined a day when Harley opened herself up to me in this manner. Everyone who loved me stood before me but there were two people whom I loved, and yet, they weren't there. My son and my husband. If ever I was given an opportunity to speak to Ricardo one more time, what was I going to say? "Ricardo, I'm standing by the edge and my only wish is to see your ghost, to hold your hand one last time. Because I'm running wild and the thought of you tears me apart. My heart is broken, my leg
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
IZZY GONZALES As we drove through the private road, my mind had drifted to Ginevra. She had always made it a point to stay locked up in her room this past week, but this morning, she had suddenly joined us for breakfast. She made jokes and laughed a little too hard. I found it suspicious. She wasn’t the type to make those kind of jokes and wasn't she supposed to be depressed? She had just murdered the love of her life and she was making jokes? Something had to give. I cleared my throat. "Did anyone notice something suspicious about Ginevra this morning?" They all hummed. "She was all over the place and I caught her looking at us like it was the last time she'd ever see us." Raul spoke. "And when I went into her room, I saw some droplets of blood. She was even in a white dress and was styling her hair to look like a princess." Paulo added. "Ginevra doesn't like white dresses and she hated it even more after her marriage to Ricardo crumbled." Harley commented. White dress, styl
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
GINEVRA Another day of restlessness, another day of pain, another day of anguish, another day of regret, and another day of nightmares. I jolted out of bed with a wince and a painful ringing in my head. I was sweating profusely and I felt so damp between my legs. This was the first time I had been able to shut my eyes in one hundred and sixty eight hours and I couldn't even do it peacefully. Just as I was about to grumble, a scream tore out of my throat at the pain that coursed through my bones. I wasn't bothered. I was already used to being in constant physical pain since the day I made the biggest mistake of my life. One might think that all I had to do was cry, except, I hadn't been able to cry. I searched for that softness, and yet, I couldn't find it. And the only thing that gave me the confirmation that I was human after all, was the physical pain that would engulf every part of my body, limb to limb, every second of the day. And night. My pregnancy suddenly had suddenly g
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
THIRD PERSON The beautiful woman walked silently, tiredly, and defeatedly into the car that was waiting for her outside. She was drenched in blood. In the blood of her lover, in the blood of her husband and in the blood of her baby's father. And in her hands were his eyes. How could she do this? She wondered. What was going through her mind when she agreed to take his eyes? What was going through her mind when she decided that the best option was to kill her own lover? Her eyes were continuously darkening by a fraction with each passing second until she was completely overtook by the darkness that loomed. She sat in the car and her friends stared at her like she was a maniac. She paid no attention to them as her eyes were focused on those eyes she fell in love with. She was looking at them in awe as well as in disgust. She was immediately handed the tab that displayed the video footage of the man she loved as he sobbed and begged to be graced with her presence even for a minute
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER EIGHTY
RICARDO What was this feeling? Why was this happening to me? Why did I have to be born into the clan of monsters? Why did I feel betrayed by the woman I loved? Questions after questions plagued me as my woman sobbed against my laps. My Ginevra, my love, my life, my treasure, the light in my life, the bane of my existence, my girl, my woman. . .my wife. Learning that my father had taken away a better part of her broke me into unimaginable pieces and I didn't want her to pardon me. I wanted her to walk out of here knowing that she didn't dedicate her life for this just so she could fail. I loved her, and she loved me, but I couldn't let her fail just because of love. What had love done to us? What had that stupid emotion done for us? It did nothing but strip us of our existence. It hurt and ruined us in ways that were despicable, so, why would she fail because of that? I had to rile her up in some way and I knew that a few harsh words could do the trick. I knew how she had litt
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
GINEVRA "Let me tell you a little story, Ricardo." I bit my lip and heaved out a breath before continuing. "There was this girl, only six years old at the time. she lived in her very beautiful castle back in Russia with her father who loved the fuck out of her and her mother who loved her too but was too much of a drug addict to care for her little girl." I waited a few minutes to get my emotions under control before continuing. "One day, her father took her into the forest for his hunt but when they returned, their castle had been invaded by bad men. That little girl ran into the house and immediately lost her mind when she saw her mother laying on the floor. At first, she thought that it was one of those days when her mother would overdose and pass out so she began calling out to her. ‘Mum, why are you on the floor. Come on, you'll catch a cold, let's get you to bed.’ She called out but there was no response. She didn't understand what was happening until her father held her moth
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
GINEVRA Today was the day I was going to fight the war I had prepared for all my life. It was the war that had kept me going, it was the war I hated to fight but was forced to indulge in, and it was a war between my love and my hate. Looking at the house where the man whom I loved was seated in, the love I had for him rose to its peak and so did the hate I felt towards him. Those two emotions, as strong as they were, played with my sanity until I was at the verge of collapsing. I had to ask myself questions that were too difficult, questions that required that I searched deep into my heart to find answers. Did I want this? Did I not want this? Those questions plagued me, but my mind had already been made up. Regret might probably come later but for now, my hate had already won the battle. It had been two months since I was almost killed by the Sanchez's. Two months since my house was blown to bits, leaving nothing but ashes behind. The memories I made with Julia, the memories I
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
GINEVRA If I was unaware of my conjugal endeavors last night, then the aching between my legs was all it took to jog my memory this morning. I couldn't complain. I was sore but in a good kind of way and those ocean blue eyes boring into mine with so much excitement in them were enough to make my heart melt. "Are you going to say something or would you rather stare at me like a creep for the whole day?" I grumbled, making a screeching sound as I stretched myself awake. Ricardo chuckled. "I could stare at you the whole day without getting bored." A kiss on my temple that had me smiling sheepishly. "Did you have a great night?" "What do you think?" "I think I wore you out a little too much, which is why I've made you the perfect breakfast." His tongue glided across my neck and he hummed his approval at the taste of my skin. "Why don't you go freshen up and I'll set the table." . . . "Oh my, Ricardo!" I smiled. "That breakfast was amazing. You're such a good cook. Thank you so much
