All Chapters of Ruthless: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Celia's POV        He is lying on his stomach with his arms up above his head on either side. He went into a deep sleep the instant he fell on the bed. He neither moved nor woke up in between. It is 10 in the morning and he hasn't gotten up yet. He took my sleep away by scaring me and then startling me with that envelope. I was in a daze the entire night contemplating everything he has been doing. And there he is sleeping soundly. Nothing bothered him while he was asleep. He still has his shoes on. His skin's tanned. Because,I turned into a Mother Theresa, I laid a pillow below his head. He still looked beautiful, peaceful and vulnerable that I couldn't take off my eyes from him. Funny right! Last night I was frightened to death because of this man and now I'm appreciating his countenance. He needed to shave badly. Because the growth of beard is hiding the boy behind the face of man.          After sometime of me watching

Celia's POV    Alexander has not returned. He has not even called which clearly meant that he is never gonna come to my aid. Motivating myself, something that I always do, I have started to run the errands at the hospital. But the sudden disperse of Alexander like that yesterday felt like twisting a knife in my gut. The pain,hurt, embarrassment stays forever.        "Dr. Celia?"        "Hmm?"        "Dr. Wilson has summoned you."         My juniors around looked at each other faces as if they just heard something awful and looked at me as if they some saw something meretricious. Rumours really pass quickly, but truth doesn't. And the funny fact is no one wants to know about it either. They believe in what ever they are fed with. Do they even have a self? I touched the pocket of my lab coat to make sure that I had my knife in there. Something terrible is g

Celia's POV I bent my legs and curled towards my torso. My head is rested in my palm. A sudden clap of thunder made me awake. Alexander is still staring at me when I opened my eyes. His gaze is intense like it is always. He smiled earnestly that came out as a so much warmth beaming to me. I smiled back and he reached to me and coaxed me in his arms. I snuggled more into his chest inhaling his scent. This is heaven. For a second,I forget everything he did to me. Clutching his shirt tightly,I rubbed my nose against his bare chest. " You like it?" He asked wrapping his arms around me tightly. He strokes my hair softly with his hand. "I loved it. I love staying here." My lips widened,eyes beamed and pulse is at normal pace and everything seemed easy and simple. " You really believed that all of this is true. Didn't you?" I raised my head and looked at his face in oblivion at his vague comment. He smiled again, but this time,there is no warmth and he appea

Celia's POV I am all ears while I am listening everything Xavier is saying about Xander. He doesn't have to do this at all. A man like him won't take this much time to talk to his brother's acquaintance or whatever I am, I still have no idea. But, this only shows his love for Alexander. He cared for him. When he talked about all the stupid and naughty things his brother did in his childhood, his eyes beamed with so much excitement as if he reminisced everything. Every time, he says something, he always added "I wish I had played with him or I wish I had listened to him and so many other I wish I had stuff. " What is the use of regretting now without actually living the moment. From this story, it hit me again that time can't be reversed even if you wish you did. " Why did you hate him so much when he loved you that much? " I questioned after hearing about a long drama of exuberant drama king - Alexander King. He let a deep breath out. " You d

Alexander's POV "I don't want any crows at my home." She said her home. No one knows this, but I wanted to be this her home as much as it is mine. In fact, it never felt like a home until she stepped in. But I acted like a jerk and shut her out. Then I got to acted like a jerk to take her in. I can get her in and out of my life or this home like I wanted. But how could I get her to trust me? Everything I do ends in smoke. She ended up having nightmares on the day she met Jonathan. I thought she would be worse if I let her walk into that aisle of blood and diseased. I have got her an admission from fucking art school as a wedding gift. All my plans have gone vain because of the weather in Ottawa. I couldn't make it on time. And I kept her imprisoned until I arrived 'cause I'm afraid she would run away from me the second I let her go because of what I did. Maybe,I shouldn't have imprisoned her at all. There are a lot of things to say to her and I stayed mute. The bloody feeli