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106. Possibilities
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Ruthless 107. At LA
Alexander’s POV I know this feeling of drawing someone’s picture when you miss them the most. We drew the curves as if we are touching them. We shade the corner of lips as if they are smiling for us and especially, we live in the moment of our past as if it is playing before us. We draw to stay close, to feel home, to feel safe, to feel their warmth and finally to feel them. I did it once after the death of that woman, after pushing Celia successfully because of my arrogant ass, nonsense judgment and baseless assumptions. I drew how she laughed after running away from the thugs. That was the first ever time I saw her laughing and giving a reaction like that. Back then or the other seconds before this instant, I never know that someone would miss me this much, that someone would love me this much and adore my laugh, cherish my little achievements, be proud of what I do and especially makes me feel that I am beautiful. Many said that before. But, feeling it without having to
Ruthless 108. New plan
Celia's POV I apologized Meg for what Alex did. Ryan is so sure that she is going to be one of his constants. I am on the road where I am no more cutting the threads with the people who cared for me. I wanted to keep them all in my life like a family. Yes. I am making a family of friends. Alex would never apologize for what he did. At least, I should do that instead. "It's fine. I can understand." She said after a lot of explaining our situations. "He really seemed to like you and I am happy for you both as long as your husband doesn't misunderstand anything and keeps his hands to himself." I wanna say, 'I highly doubt that.' But, I nodded my head in approval. She smiled and I know. It's not that friendly but she doesn't resent me either. We walked back to the house in silence. The only noise we heard after in the house is that of plates and other utensils either slipped or thrown, glasses smashing to some kind of solid things- either floor or
Ruthless 109. The old home
Celia’s POV I was so habituated to seeing him in Black and greys and that too, they are sophisticatedly tailored shirts and suits. Now, watching him wear shorts, kaki or white T- shirts with half sleeves, loose shirts and printed trousers making me stare at him more often. They are making him look like a teenager. He knows that I have been staring at him. I didn’t try to shift my gaze when he caught me doing that. Its my right. I am confined to fit and flare crepe dresses. I can’t wear more. The climate is warm just like my life. “So, what are we going to do next?” There is a genuine interest in his voice with an added excitement. He looks careless, less worried and totally overjoyed about everything we have been doing. While we are walking, he attended few calls and that’s it. “Hakuna Matata.” He says. If that two words has a human form, it is Alexander King. I took the chance to go to a shop by excusing myself for washr
Ruthless 110. Euphoria
Alexander’s POV I thought they need some privacy, to put out their emotions for their best friend and brother. So, I left them for themselves for five minutes. Five minutes are all they are getting. He is intentionally trying to make me jealous. Fine, with me. I am not punching this man because I have a huge respect for his mom and his best friend. Still, I can’t help but glancing at the room once in a while or should I say, ten or twenty times in a minute. Bertha, (she insisted me to call her by name instead of Mrs. Bennett) came with a tray of cookies. Oh, god. Not again. I did a fake cry without her noticing me and took one cookie. If I don’t, she would take the trouble to put that directly into my mouth. I have eaten a lot since I came here, that my jaws are hurting from all the chewing they did. I am so tall, has a well built body and look like the man in his late twenties. But, she is treating me, in fact, she is treating all of us like seven year old kids.&nbs
Ruthless 111. The wedding
Celia’s POV It has been ten days since that proposal I did in the street of Gilbert town. I did only the proposal. Alexander has planned this grand destination wedding. We daily talk about it. Every time we talk about it, we will have an argument and we decide we don’t want any marriage at all. We end up shouting and then moaning on bed. At the night, we talk again. I never thought about what kind of wedding I will have. When they ask about dream wedding, I simply shrug. Even Alexander has no idea about it. We are two creatures who thought it would be impossible for us to get married in these lives and end up in marriage somehow. After a week, he fell silent. He hasn’t discussed about the wedding plans. Something is going on in their office. Even Xavier seemed distracted and busy. And one day, my bell rang and I opened the door just to find the two men in my family in blood. They are not bleeding like they are stabbed. There are wounds like someone punched them hardly. I qui
Ruthless Epilogue
Celia’s POV THREE YEARS LATER “I still remember the thirty minutes speech Lillian gave that day.” Sasha and I are watching the wedding album. It’s Cayden who took that out and showing it to his little brother, Ron. Sasha and Xavier married six months after our marriage. They have a kid now. He is one and half year old. Zed and Lilly has a boy. He is two. We all meet every summer. And this summer, we are busy for Ryan and Meg’s wedding. Alex is with all the three kids, he raised his hand. “Then she said, do you have any idea how many bodies this hand pierced and counted each vein—” “They are kids, Alex. They can’t understand that.” Sasha shouted. Of course, he would not listen. He is continuing the story of how I threatened Jonathan. “I think I did a mistake making him god father for my children. He is completely spoiling them.” Xavier hissed. No matter what, the children refuse to stay away from him. Because, he gives them chocolates, won’t let them touch the book
Ruthless Author's Note
Dear readers, whatever I do,I always keep in my mind, "please don't judge a book by it's cover." I request you to do the same. As much as it appears as a cruel romance,this book has the passionate love we all crave for at least once in our life. This is my first book. I don't ask you to go easy on me. Let me know my flaws,so that I could learn from my mistakes. I'll put all the effort I am more than capable of to give you an amazing time while reading this. So let's help each other. Please leave your thoughts and views in the comment section. I'll be updating one chapter in two days. If you like this story, please share with your friends. Thank you, love you all.
Ruthless Prologue
I sensed something soft and cool beneath me, maybe a mattress. Between trying to open my eyes and slowly getting conscious about my surroundings, I recalled what happened to me when I was sober for the last time. I came from an operation theatre. I was informed that someone's expecting me. I prayed that the person should not be him. When I entered the waiting room, there was no one. I sensed a faint masculine smell and everything after that was completely blank. I could sense the same smell right now. It was him. Definitely him. My numb body got up abruptly in fear at that mere thought. The room I am in is so plain and empty. It is large, dainty and sealed so that no speck of dust could enter. The only furniture it is decorated with is the bed on which I am lying naked. It was not until I found myself naked, I came to my senses. I covered my chest folding my arms against it. There is no piece of cloth here, not even the bed has bed sheets. Where are m
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