All Chapters of Ayah For The Ruthless: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The halls were decorated with expensive embellishments. The tribe and the court had done their job of exaggerating on their part. They learned that His Majesty would be visiting the people to let them know of Ayah's well-beingAnd His Majesty has quite a surprise made for His Queen. "What do you mean, mom?" Neko's voice resonated in the hallway. He was talking to his mother on the phone who was quite worried about his absence for the past few weeks. "Gosh, yes, I pee before sleeping." He said as the maids behind him tried to stifle their laugh while they wiped the furniture. He rolled his eyes. "Mom, yes. I will be back soon. And no, I am not changing my underwear in the morning." He huffed. Though the maids did their part in controlling themselves, they ultimately failed when Mia busted out laughing. She held her tummy and almost fell on the stairs hearing his words. Neko was sitting on the stairs as he looked back. Giving his mom a few goodbye words, he stood up. "Stop eavesdro

"It is you." Ayah's hands were shaking slightly. She held his collar and brought him closer. "You were the one who killed them that night." His lips were a thin line. "Yes, you remembered. It was me." She tightly shut her eyes. She knew something was brewing in his mind. Something was going on. She did not know that that something would lead to something so… vital. She did not know how to put her words in place. Ayah's hands were still on his chest. "Why did you not tell me earlier?" "Because I realized a few days ago." Elio's voice was soft. What kind of an incident is this? Is this a joke? How could destiny play her like that? She distanced herself a little from him. She did not know whether to dance with happiness like she always wanted or scream and cry. Her mind started buzzing. Her hands were shaking. She remembered that boy as a protector. A savior. Not as a murderer. The people around her had killed her in many ways. They deserved it. But now she thinks about it. All

The ride back from the Ayah Islands was quite different from the ride to the Ayah Islands. The stress of the moment was taken in relaxation as for the first time, Ayah and Elio laughed together. Every single moment together was filled with either grief, forbidden pleasure, or forced proximity. But this time, none of them were forced to feel what they were feeling. The warmth felt not in each other's arms but in the presence of the other. Even in the clouds, they felt like they could go up and beyond. However, the moments did not last for too long because Elio, in his private jet, was terrorized by a bald man and his wife's friend who wanted to be with her the whole ride. He huffed and let it go. Yet the warm feeling in his heart was dug deeper when he saw how happy and bright she looked. She was smiling ear-to-ear as she talked to her friends. It was as if he had conquered the world being able to make her smile. He took in the presence of her happiness and sighed in relief. As h

Savior? A savior who had killed? Or a savior who could not save? The red blood streams on the gate of the school the night Elio had killed his father did not make him feel like a savior. He felt a certain distaste for his tongue and his heart felt cold. It was as if cold water was running through his veins. The numbness of his feelings started just from there. The night his grandfather finally decided to name the wealth of the Fords and the company under Elio, Elio's father could not take the shame of being dismissed by his father. Though he knew that he had proved himself to be incompetent, he still could not stand his son inheriting the wealth he had been after for years. He knew his son and the extreme physical and mental pain he had caused him. And he knew that Elio would never have mercy on him. He just did not expect that to happen so soon. After a sudden argument that night, Elio's father killed Elio's grandfather, Hunter Ford. And when Elio entered the library witnessing

The evening was peaceful and calm unlike the chaos going on inside Mrs. Rose. The sun would be setting in a few hours. She sat calm and composed on her couch while sipping her coffee. She sighed and picked up a file from the table in front of her. The garden was located in the backside of the Mansion where she was working. Though it was taking her a lot of time to settle in and get used to the orders coming from everywhere as well as the maid outfits, she got used to it somehow. She had to. Of course. This was her very own goal in life.“Oy!” The sound of an angry housekeeper sounded from the other side of the garden. Mrs. Rose looked at the source of the sound. The main housekeeping lady who keeps the records and mostly does the work around here was always in an angry mood. She seemed to be pissed about almost everything. As if every goddamn thing annoyed her. But more than that, her existence annoyed Mrs. Rose even more. They were both of the same age and it could be seen in the w