All Chapters of Ruthless: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Celia's POV      Days seem to be passing quickly. I am working full time at the hospital and preparing for my admission test whenever I got some time. When it is dark and when I go home, Alexander's smile is the one thing that keeps away all my weariness and fragility. Like he always says, he knows my body just fine. He knows when to make love,when not to, when to fuck hard and when to take it another level that put me on bed for the rest twenty hours. He just knows. And I wanted nothing more. It's just him. Only him. My weekends are spend with Sasha and little one and sometimes Xavier, and Alex.       I started to love how they fight and argue over what's good for Cayden. Alexander literally sucks at picking what is good for children, he has zero knowledge in it. Yet it doesn't stop him from acquiring little one's fondness. On the other side, Xavier is the kind of man who will become an idol dad unlike Alex, who knows nothing but s

Celia's POV "Marriage for them will have nothing to do with heart. They marry for power, for more money, for more strength, for status and for society. I understand that you trust him. But it is too soon to do something like this. They are different people, Celia. Always remember, we are common men." I opened my eyes suddenly with a gasp. What the hell is this dream? I literally hate all my dreams. They worry me too much. I continuosly heard Garratt's words and then Alexander left my hand and disappeared in my dream. I trust him with everything,but my brian is too much. It has been dreaming all the bad due to the sudden change of events. "Argh!" I groaned in frustration. I closed my eyes again putting all my thoughts away spreading my hand on the soft and cold mattress. I move it to and fro searching for the feel of warmth. My eyes snap opened when I realised that he is not beside me. I am lying alone on our bed. Last time, when I remember, I slept o

Celia's POV   Maybe it is his plan, to surprise me by getting on my nerves. If I know him well, things like this amuse him a lot. I still remember the day when he was standing outside the operation theatre, how his eyes spill dread when he caught the sight of me in blood stained clothes, how he dropped his coat, how he scooted to take me in his arms. I am expecting him at the end of the every turn I took, outside the every room I go in. Maybe this is a joke which has worn me out a lot more than it should.    He bought a ring, didn't he? He is definitely up to something. These are the things I said to myself to keep myself worry free. Then it came, the Monday. And he isn't here yet. When I entered the hospital, everyone looked at me like they are looking at something so cheap. And there she is, Amanda with a smirk on her face while some held scowl, some are scoffing.     Like always, I ignored them and went straight to change my d

Celia’s POV        “I warned you, didn’t I?” Garratt said with a wicked smile. He doesn’t even have to utter any word. His face held the expression ‘I told you so.’ I wrapped my hands around myself when I walk through the aisle crossing the people who are looking at me with disgust. Amanda crashed into me on purpose making all my books to fall on the ground. All the papers inside scattered to a distant place where there is no light.        I could hear her scoff, “You really thought you could reach your dreams?” She said mockingly. I ran after the papers into a cloud of fog trying to grab them. All the papers soon disappeared into thin air and a silhouette of a man stood before me. He is tall, his hands are shoved into his pocket. I walked slowly to him half expecting who he might be. He raised his hand, a paint brush moving between his long fingers. It’s him. He is here. The tip of the brush g

Celia’s POV     “Go to art school. Didn’t I tell you that I would be there for you no matter what? Celia, you don’t have to punish yourself. I said I’ll take care of you. I will.” Xavier said taking my flushed face in his hands.    I still remember his words from last time, “If anything happens to you or you need any help, I wanted you to know that you can come to me. Even if it is your husband who hurts you, you come to me. I’ll be there, always.”     Its funny how the brother of the man I loved hasn’t changed a bit, but the man I loved just vary like seasons.     But now, when I think about it, I couldn’t get myself to ask him for any help.    “I don’t want to go back there. It’s a shattered dream. I can’t.” I said. Little one stands beside him watching all of us in oblivion. Our bags are packed. Zed, Lillian and I are leaving to Los Angeles tod