RUBY'S POV
I sat at the head of the table, facing the window, a single glass of red wine cradled between my fingers. The wait was almost over; I could barely contain my amusement. The silence was thick, broken only by the faint tick of the clock on the wall. No explanations, no theatrics—just a simple dinner. The door opened behind me, and I didn’t even bother to turn. Gabriel’s nervous shuffle was unmistakable, and the hurried clatter of heels behind him told me Julia was with him. My lips curved into a slow smile as they entered the room. They stopped at the table, neither daring to sit. Slowly, I turned. “Don’t be shy,” I cooed. “Take a seat. After all, you’re my guests tonight. You know, since we’re all... acquainted now.” Gabriel slowly took his seat, and Julia followed. “Ruby, I can explain—” “Don’t bother.” I set my glass down on the table, the soft clink silencing him. “I didn’t call you here for an explanation, Gabriel. I caught you red-handed already.” My so-called best friend’s eyes darted to him, panic flashing across her face. “You said she wouldn’t—” “I said don’t bother.” I interrupted. “I’m not here to fight, and I’m certainly not here to cry over you. Frankly, Gabriel, I’m relieved.” His eyebrows flew upwards. “Relieved?” “Yes. Relieved.” I reached for the folder on the table and slid it across to him. “I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to do this, and you’ve just handed it to me on a silver platter. At least, my father won't be furious at me now. These are divorce papers. All signed by me and ready for you.” Gabriel stared at the folder as if it were a live grenade. “You... you’re divorcing me?” “Obviously,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “You’ve made it clear that this marriage means nothing to you. So why should I cling to it? Consider this my gift to you both. This marriage has been a joke for years, Gabriel. You just gave me the punchline." Julia opened her mouth, then closed it again, as though unsure of what to say. Gabriel, for once, was completely silent. It was the first time I’d ever seen him so speechless, and it was glorious. "Sign the papers, or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me. I’ve already moved on. And now, so can you.” I stood, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles from my dress. “I wish you both all the happiness in the world. And by all means, don’t let me keep you. You have plenty of celebrating to do, I’m sure.” I turned to leave, but paused in the doorway, casting one last glance over my shoulder. “Enjoy your new life, Gabriel. I certainly intend to enjoy mine.” Winking at Julia, I said, “you too, darling.” By the time I reached the front door, I was smiling. Freedom had never felt so good. ********** I stepped out of the house, the cool air brushing against my face as if congratulating me on my newfound freedom. For the first time in five long years, I could finally breathe. Really breathe. No more Gabriel. No more playing the perfect wife for a man who treated me like an afterthought. Sliding into the backseat of my car, I pulled out my phone and dialed my friend Lilac’s number. It rang twice before her familiar, sultry voice answered. “Well, well, if it isn’t the runaway wife. What’s the occasion, Ruby?” “Freedom,” I replied, grinning as I leaned back against the seat. “I need a night out, Lilac. No strings, no drama. Just us.” She let out a low chuckle. “Honey, you’ve called the right person. Give me an hour, and I’ll be ready. Where are we going?” “The Apex Club,” I replied. “I’ll call Ariana and tell her to meet us there.” Lilac’s laugh deepened. “The Apex? You really are celebrating. Alright, I’ll see you there. And Ruby? Wear something that’ll make Gabriel regret breathing.” “Don’t worry. I plan to,” I said, ending the call with a smirk. Next, I dialed Ariana. She picked up almost immediately. “Ruby! What’s up?” “Change of plans tonight. We’re hitting The Apex Club,” I told her. “Lilac’s coming too. Meet us there.” “Apex?” Ariana gasped. “Now you’re speaking my language. I’ll be there. And Ruby? It’s about damn time you ditched that deadweight.” Her words made me laugh, but she wasn’t wrong. “See you tonight,” I said, cutting the call. I slid my phone into my bag and leaned forward to the driver. “Take me to the hotel. I need to get ready.” ********* The moment I stepped into the hotel lobby, I could feel the difference. There was a spring in my step, a lightness in my chest, and I was sure the hotel staff could sense it too. I greeted the receptionist with a bright smile, something I hadn’t done in months. The woman blinked at me in surprise before smiling back. “Have a wonderful evening, ma’am,” she said as I walked past. “Oh, I intend to,” I replied without breaking stride. The elevator ride to my room felt like a countdown to my new beginning. As the doors slid open, I stepped out and made my way to the suite. Once inside, I dropped my bag on the bed and walked to the closet, pulling out the dress I’d been saving for a moment like this. The silver gown was sheer, with just the right amount of fabric to leave something to the imagination. The neckline plunged dangerously low, and the slit climbed high enough to show off the legs I’d spent months sculpting at the gym. Gabriel always complained about how much time I spent working out. Looking at myself now, I wondered how he could cheat on someone who looked this good. His loss. I slipped into the dress, the fabric hugging my curves like a second skin. Turning to the mirror, I adjusted the straps and ran a hand down my side. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Next, I moved to the vanity and began my makeup. Smoky eyes, bold red lips, and just enough highlighter to catch the light on the dance floor. I left my fiery red hair to fall in loose waves around my shoulders. By the time I was finished, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She was fierce, confident, and unstoppable. Everything she wasn't before. Grabbing my bag and phone, I headed for the door. I didn’t look back as I stepped into the hallway and pressed the elevator button. As the elevator doors closed, I felt a thrill run through me. This was it—a new beginning, away from Gabriel, and into a world where I made my own rules.RUBY’S POV "YOU DIVORCED GABRIEL?!"Ariana’s voice tore through the pounding bass of the club, loud enough to make the heads of nearby patrons turn. Her bright blue eyes were wide with shock, her curly black hair bouncing as she leaned closer to me.“Yes, I divorced Gabriel,” I shouted back, rolling my eyes as I took a sip of my martini. “I told you this already!”“No, no, no,” Ariana insisted, waving her manicured hand. “You said you were thinking about it. You didn’t say you actually did it! When did this happen?”“Today!” I yelled, the thudding beat of the music forcing us to scream over it. “Oh, my God!” she shrieked, grabbing my arm. “Finally!”Lilac, sitting calmly across the table with her signature poised demeanor, sipped her wine and gave me a knowing smile. Her warm hazel eyes twinkled under the neon lights of the club. "About time, Ruby. I mean, the man was a walking red flag. I’m proud of you for leaving him.”“Thanks, Lilac,” I said, flashing her a grateful smile befor
RUBY'S POVIt was barely noon the next day, and Dominic Rutherford was already invading my thoughts again. I sat on the edge of my hotel bed, staring at the TV that I’d muted hours ago, fiddling with a loose thread on my robe and trying to push that accursed masked man out of my head.Why was I still thinking about him? It wasn’t like me to get caught up over a man, especially one I hadn’t even spoken to or seen exactly how he looks, except through the MASK. ESPECIALLY one who looked so dangerous. Yet his bright blue eyes, the commanding way he carried himself, and that stupid gold mask were all I could see.Before I could spiral further, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I lunged for it, hoping for a distraction. Thank the Lord!“Ariana!” I called out, forcing a cheerful tone.“Well, well, someone’s up early after ditching us last night.” Her voice was teasing, but I could hear the curiosity behind it.“I didn’t ditch you,” I argued, leaning back against the headboard. “The club was
RUBY'S POVDominic Rutherford's growl shocked me just as much as it shocked Julia. I sprang back, pressing myself against the corner of the bathroom. The water from the sink still burned against my throat, and I coughed and spluttered to get it all out.Julia froze, her hands trembling as she backed away from me. Her confidence seemed to crumble under his sharp glare, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I saw fear in her eyes.Dominic Rutherford stepped further inside, his presence consuming the room. “I asked you a question, woman, and for your own good, you'd better answer me."“I—I wasn’t—” Julia stammered, but Dominic Rutherford cut her off with a single, biting word.“Enough.”He turned to me then, his eyes locking into mine just enough to make my knees wobble. Before I could speak or even breathe properly, his strong hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me up with ease.The heat of his touch startled me, but it was his scent that undid me. A heady mix of dark ambe
RUBY'S POV "You are such a stubborn woman!" He growled, his breath heating my face. "I like my women subservient—" "Then maybe you should leave me alone!" I spat. "—but there is something about you," he continued, as if he didn't hear me. His lips moved, trailing a heated line from my ear, down my neck and back. His hand was still around my neck, holding me in place. Excited goosebumps were spiralling down my body at this point. "You need to be punished." He said suddenly, letting go of my neck. The force of his words left me speechless for a second. "Punished?" I whispered. "Yes." He replied. "For being so feisty." And with one sweep of his arm, he lifted me in the air and placed me to sit on the sink. Kiss me! I screamed in my head with a strange, unfamiliar need, completely captivated by him. I was staring openly at Dominic Rutherford's Cupid's bow mouth now, utterly mesmerized, and he was looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. I knew I shouldn't be doin
RUBY'S POVTaste. Those lips. That tongue. I didn’t need any more encouragement. My hands began to travel, over my neck, back over my breasts, pressing them together, my nipples peeking through my fingers. Dominic Rutherford leaned forward and ran his tongue over them, one peak and then the next. Lick, swirl, lick.My hands went to his hair. His name whispered from my lips.More licking, a delicate scrape of teeth, and then he leaned back. “Show me more. Where do you need me?"Oh, I needed him all right. The fingers of one hand slid seductively down my stomach, through my underwear and the triangle of curls above my clit. I touched myself, stroked my clit, slid my fingers into the wet heat dripping from my core. "Here," I said. “I need you here.”He pressed my legs wider and pushed my panties until they slid down my legs. Then his strong fingers brushed up and down my thighs, slow and seductive. His lashes lowered, head tilted as he watched me caress my sensitive flesh, until he cov
RUBY'S POV What the hell did I just do?I leaned against the cold sink in the bathroom, my hands trembling as I tried to steady myself. My reflection in the mirror looked just as lost as I felt. My red lipstick was smeared, my hair was a mess, and my dress clung to me in all the wrong ways. How had I let myself get carried away like that?Dominic Rutherford. His name echoed in my head like a curse. A stranger. A man I had barely known for all of five minutes, and yet I’d let him pull me into something reckless and stupid.Unprotected sex!This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the type to lose control, to throw caution to the wind. I was sharp, calculated, and independent. But somehow, around him, I became a version of myself I didn’t recognize—soft, pliant, and completely at his mercy. What had he done to me?I quickly adjusted my dress and reached for my mask, pulling it over my face. The voices outside the bathroom grew louder, and panic bubbled in my chest. I had to get out of here. I had to p
RUBY'S POV "Ugh! You stink like you drank the entire bar!"I jolted awake with a gasp. The first thing I felt was an intense pain in my temple. My head pounded as if someone were using my skull as a drum. I squinted against the sunlight pouring in through the curtains and groaned, pressing a hand to my temples. My mouth tasted like I’d chewed on a sock soaked in cheap whiskey.Turning my head slightly, I realized I wasn’t on the couch where I’d passed out last night. No, this was a bed—a soft, inviting bed that smelled faintly of lavender. Ariana’s bed.“How…?” I croaked.“You were a mess last night,” Ariana’s voice came from across the room. She was perched on a stool before her vanity, her face smeared with some white, creamy substance that made her look like a ghost. “Drinking yourself stupid at the bar. Your driver had to half-carry you here. Do you remember?”Ah, yes. I remembered that much now. Vaguely. The bar, the drink I demanded, the suffocating noise… and then nothing.I s
DOMINIC'S POV "We're here, boss." I didn’t bother answering my driver. Instead, I motioned for him to leave. “Get out and take a smoke. I need a moment.” “Yes, sir.” He nodded, turned off the ignition, and stepped out into the drizzle. I watched him walk a few feet away, his silhouette barely visible through the rain-splattered windshield as he moved under a shade and lit a cigarette. Once I was sure he was out of earshot, I pulled my phone from the pocket of my jacket. My thumb hovered over a secure app before I tapped it, initiating the call. The line clicked after two rings. “Don Dominic,” came the familiar rasp of Rocco’s voice. Always too casual, too comfortable. “What’s taking so long?” I snapped. "Tuesday was what you promised. Today Is Friday." “Ah, buona sera, boss,” Rocco replied smoothly, as though we were old friends chatting over wine. “I see you’re in one of your moods again.” “This isn’t about moods,” I said sharply. “Five years, Rocco. Five years I’ve ke
RUBY'S POV I sank into the bed after Dominic left, sighing as the mattress hugged me like a warm cloud. I ran my hand across the sheets—they were impossibly soft, almost as soft as the ones in my condo. For someone as cold and brooding as Dominic, he sure knew how to pick his fabrics.I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the quiet press against me. It was too much. Too still. The entire room was beautiful, yes, but there wasn’t a speck of colour anywhere. Gray, black, white—if someone ever painted Dominic’s soul, it would probably look just like this room.Three days. That’s all I had to endure here. But even so, I might actually lose my mind if I didn’t add something—anything—that made it feel a little like me.I sat up, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. It buzzed to life immediately, lighting up with notification after notification. Dozens of messages poured in from Ariana and Lilac on our group chat. I opened the chat briefly:ARIANA: Wait, wait, wait. You’re MOVING IN with
RUBY'S POVHe pulled the car smoothly into a driveway and turned off the ignition.I turned to look out the window, and my jaw dropped. Through the rain, I could make out a sleek, modern house with a large, sweeping lawn.“Wait. This is your 'small' house?” I asked incredulously.Dominic smirked faintly as he put the car in park. “It’s cozy.”I gawked at him, but he was already stepping out of the car, leaving me there, stunned.The rain had finally let up, but the air was still damp and heavy. I stepped out of the car, glancing around in disbelief at the sprawling house before me. It was sleek, all sharp angles and dark stone, perched like some brooding fortress on the green lawn. I had to admit—Dominic’s definition of small was grossly inaccurate. This house was as big as a high school, if not bigger.I jogged to catch up with him as he walked ahead, his long strides eating up the distance to the front door. He didn’t wait for me, simply stepped inside and left the door open for me
RUBY'S POVThe car was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic slapping of rain against the windshield. Dominic’s eyes were locked on the road ahead, his jaw set tight and his hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing holding him together. From the corner of my eye, I watched him, studying the stiff way his fingers curled around the leather, white-knuckled, as if he was fighting himself.I pursed my lips as the memory of the traffic light intersection crept back into my mind. My cheeks flushed involuntarily, remembering how hard he'd felt under my fingers. Was that what this was about? Was he overthinking it, afraid he’d been too forward with me?Hell, fuck forward. This man had seen every naked bit of me. Why was he acting like this because I groped him in his car?But then, it wouldn’t surprise me. Dominic Rutherford was all sharp edges and commanding stares, but with me, he seemed different. Gentle, careful. Like he was tiptoeing around me, a
RUBY'S POVRain pelted down on my umbrella as I walked briskly along the sidewalk, keeping my head low and my eyes sharp. Every sound felt amplified—the squelch of my boots on wet pavement, the hum of cars, the occasional splatter of rain hitting puddles. I couldn't stop glancing over my shoulder, paranoid that Gabriel was lurking somewhere, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. It had been days since he stalked me all around the city, but the fear hadn't lessened. If anything, it had only grown stronger.Dominic had warned me to stop taking my car out, claiming it was too flashy and too recognizable. "You want to hand him a road map to find you?" he'd said to me, when he called yesterday. So now, here I was, taking public buses like a regular person and feeling more exposed than ever.When I spotted the dark green Audi parked by the curb, just as Dominic had described, I took a breath of relief. It wasn’t one of his more ostentatious cars, but I could tell he was inside.
AMBROSE'S POVGabriel was about to destroy everything I worked for.I paced the length of my study, fists balled at my sides, barely able to contain my rage. Ruby’s house had been booby-trapped, and I knew exactly who was behind it. Gabriel. That imbecile was trying to pull a power move, as if he wasn’t already skating on thin ice. After everything I’d done for him—elevating his position, introducing him to Ruby in the first place—this was how he repaid me? By acting impulsively and threatening everything I’d built over the last eleven years?It wasn’t Ruby I was worried about, not really. She was just a tool for me, a means to an end. Gabriel’s reckless stunt could jeopardize our plans, could shine an unwanted spotlight on everything I’d worked so hard to bury under layers of manipulation. The girl had been useful, blissfully unaware of her own role in all this, but now things were getting messy.Too messy.Gabriel was supposed to be a partner. But lately, he’d been more trouble tha
DOMINIC'S POVI gripped the wheel tighter, trying to keep my focus on the road instead of the woman sitting beside me. I'd been on the way to meet Damien for brunch when I had the thought to call Ruby. And thank God that I did. The thought of that bastard ex husband touching her was enough to heat me up with anger.Ruby had been uncharacteristically silent since we left the gym. Usually, she’d be throwing sarcastic remarks my way or filling the space with questions I didn’t want to answer. Was she put off by what I did? Perhaps I was too forward by asking her to grope me in my car. After all, she was still scarred by her ex. Hell, she was just chased all around Seattle by the man. She was most definitely still processing all that had happened that morning.I snorted to myself as I maneuvered my car past a white van. Since when did I start to care about the feelings of my flings? But this quiet version of her was just as dangerous as her loud side. Her presence alone was enough to unr
RUBY'S POVI stared at him, dumbfounded, as the words sank in.“You what?”He didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed my hand again, his grip firm but not uncomfortable, and started leading me down the street.“Where are we going, anyway?"“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied.As much as I hated to admit it, the fact that he could make things happen with just a phone call was… impressive. Annoying, but impressive.The man was a walking enigma—one minute, he was a cold, unapproachable masked figure covered in mystery. The next, he was casually arranging for someone to relocate my car, as if that was just something people did every day.I sighed, letting him pull me along. Whatever this was, I had a feeling arguing wasn’t going to get me anywhere.Dominic led me to his car, parked a few meters away, and I stopped in my tracks when I saw it. A sleek Italian car—Lamborghini, of course—gleamed under the morning sunlight. Its design was so sharp and aggressive that it looked like it could
RUBY'S POV“I…I’m sorry,” I choked out, wiping at my cheeks, but the tears kept coming.Dominic leaned closer, his voice lower now, almost gentle. “Stop apologizing.”I shook my head, trying to explain. “I just…I’ve been holding it all in, and I don’t know how to…”“Ruby.” His voice cut through my panic. “You don’t have to explain anything.”And somehow, with just those words, I felt safer than I had in weeks.Dominic’s arms wrapped tighter around me as I continued to cry, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself feel safe. Safe in a way I hadn’t been since my father was alive. The world had forced me to grow up too fast after he was gone. Eleven years of being strong, being tough, being everything except vulnerable. But now, in Dominic’s arms, I felt like a little girl again. Protected.The pendant around my neck, the one my father had given me, pressed between us, almost like he was here with me. Like he was telling me that I wasn’t alone anymore. Like he appr
RUBY'S POVI whistled a tune to myself as I stepped out of my room, my gym bag slung over my shoulder. Four days had passed since Dominic’s unexpected visit, and though I hadn’t heard from him since, his words still echoed in my head. I wasn’t sure if he’d done anything to Gabriel yet, but things had been surprisingly calm. No threatening letters, no booby traps—just the quiet presence of Ambrose’s men, stationed at my house.I glanced back at the two men in camouflage standing in the living room. “I left some apple pie on the kitchen counter,” I told them with a smile. “Help yourselves whenever you’re hungry.”One of them nodded. “Thank you, Miss DanCliffe. Be safe out there.”I gave a small wave as I headed out the door. Sliding into the driver’s seat of my car, I tossed my phone, Airpods and water bottle into the passenger seat and adjusted the rearview mirror. As I backed out of the driveway, I noticed a white car parked a few yards away. I didn’t think much of it—probably a neigh