All Chapters of Beautifully Ruined: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ISA POV “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH” The pillow I cradled in my arms muffled all the screams that wretched out of me. But I didn’t stop, I screamed until I felt like I was going to throw up. I didn’t stop until my throat felt so parched and dry.The guilt I had awaited last night came crashing onto me as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. Cancel that, it didn’t wait for me to open my eyes. When my being slowly danced towards the consciousness, everything that transpired during the night came crushing on me like a bucket of icy cold water, making me wish that my mind was like a memory of a computer. At least that way I could dump everything that happened into the 'BIN' before permanently deleting everything from the system.And the gold ring I found on my nightstand didn’t help in any way. I hated it. I hated it so much. With so much self-loathing, I pulled myself out of bed and headed into the shower, then scrubbed myself so hard that I turned red, and if I continued, it wouldn’t t

ISA POVDEVIL INCARNATION.The real devil with all the maliciousness he carried on his sleeves.ALEXANDER ALDERMEN was a true devil, living among the lowly humans, totally unaware that he was walking among us every day of our lives and breathing in the same air we did. There was no way any man with a castle of bones, flesh, and blood could be so barbaric, so diabolical that he would burn a human being on a stake with a blank, void of any feelings face, just watching with a satisfied smirk as the burned, smoldered sheets of skin dropped to the floor, leaving the former perfect skin so burned to a point where I could see a bone, blood sizzling and steaming all over the open vessels.There was no way anyone would take in that sight without losing their minds. Let alone orchestrating it and doing it to perfection. Except for the devil himself. Xander was vicious, and completely savage and got off the idea of inflicting pain, and loved it. He was like a demon that bathed and glowed with t

XANDER POVThe night lights blurred as I raced down the congested routes of the streets of LA. My hands were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, so tight that my knuckles were paper-white. I kept on trying to calm my breathing as I focused on the image of her black eyes, trying to ignore the fact that she fucking used MY money to donate to that cheesy ass shit she wound herself with lately.I gave her the fuckin wings, now she dared to fly like a damn eagle instead of being a good, docile fuckin’ mannequin that smiled to the cameras while I did the real shit. Where the hell did she get the balls to think she could use my money? A fuckin million dollars and donate it to the fire victims? Like she was some sort of Mother Teresa or some shit?Donations were okay when you did them with sense. But donating a fuckin million raised brows and raised suspicions. In the real world, she was the chief doctor of a lowly clinic, not even a damn hospital. Of course, the higher were going to

ISA POVMy stomach rumbled for the umpteenth time ever since I sat inside Xander’s car at the most ungodly hour ever. I cringed before massaging it gently and cast a glance sideways to get his reaction. He didn’t react at all. Just sat there with his face bundled up and brows carved in a deep frown. I wanted to be highly concerned as to why I was in his car and where he was taking me to. But for some reason, I was relaxed. It turned out I was immune to his glares and scowls.I had expected him to pull the trigger and bust my brains, but instead, after that phone call, he seemed to be much occupied with his shit, while grunting and cursing under his breath after every beat of his heart. I had asked if there was anything I could do to help, but he told me to shut up and sit down! So imagine my surprise after a few minutes when he hauled me out of my comfort zone, shoved me into the car, and sped off. At midnight.“I am hungry,” I mumbled under my breath and waited. What came next was hi

VERNERO POV I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. 6 words. That’s all it took for everything inside of me to crumble into nothingness. I felt it when all the energy infested inside of me fled, leaving me nothing but a ghost, a shell of what I used to be. Just by hearing those 6 unfortunate, becursed words from the deepest pits of heck. I opened my mouth to reply to the doctor, and ask them how, why did it happen? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? But nothing came out of my mouth, so I closed it. Because words couldn’t climb past the big lump in my throat. My eyes welled as tears pooled at such a rapid pace, feeling every piece of my soul detaching and chipping away from my being. Everything around me became foggy and unclear, but all I could feel at that very moment was a different kind of pain that held me in a tight grip, knocking all the air out of my lungs, and gluing me to one spot only. It was excruciating, it was diabolic, and I wanted to believe that it was som