All Chapters of Will You Marry Me?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EARLIERafter Hector gave the order for his men to catch the intruder, he turned his face to Ruby, whose eyes were closed. As he stared at her, seeing the fear etched into every line of her expression, he swallowed. His eyes moved over her form, trailing down to her breasts, watching as they rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths. His jaw tightened, a mix of emotions swirling within him—anger, confusion, and desire. Then, suddenly, her eyes opened, and their gazes locked. For a moment, neither of them moved. She was breathing so fast, and he could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on them both. The room seemed to shrink around them, every sound muffled, every movement slowed. Realizing how dire the situation was, he pulled back sharply, pushing himself off her. The floor met his back with a cold, hard jolt, and the distance between them stretched like a taut wire ready to snap. Ruby sat up, her movements quick and defensive. She crossed her arms tightly, coveri

Camila panted for breath as she sprinted through the corridors of Hector Morales' sprawling compound. The gun in her hand felt like an extension of her arm... heavy, cold, and ready. Shadows danced along the stone walls, and every corner held the promise of danger. She needed to buy enough time for her friend to escape, no matter the cost. Her mind raced with the image of Ruby, the terrified girl she had found in that filthy room. The wide, haunted eyes of her best friend had spoken volumes, and Camila knew she couldn’t leave without her. She had told Ruby to run, giving her directions to the gate. In a desperate bid for help, Camila managed to pull out her phone while still running. She dialed Antonio’s number, praying he would answer quickly. As soon as she heard his voice, she blurted out, “Listen, Antonio, I've found my best friend, Ruby. I'm at Hector's place. The information you gave me checked out. Antonio, you need to send backup as soon as possible.” “Where did you say

Ruby clung to Camila, her tears wetting the shoulder of her friend's dirt-streaked top. Her sobs echoed through the dimly lit room, a harsh contrast to the silence of the room. The only response came from Hector, his slow, deliberate clapping breaking through the grief-stricken embrace. “Wow, such a touching display of love, loyalty, and friendship,” Hector said, his voice dripping with mock admiration. His lips curled into a smirk, a predator savoring the distress of his prey. He turned to his men, all of whom stood at attention with expressions as blank as a fresh grave. “Aren't you guys impressed?” They nodded in unison, puppets on Hector’s strings. Their eyes remained cold, devoid of the humanity that Ruby had always believed resided in every person. But these weren’t men; they were shadows—extensions of Hector’s cruelty. Ruby’s wide eyes darted from face to face, searching for a glimmer of sympathy, but found none. Her gaze landed on Tara and Monroe, standing off to the s

After chopping off Don Gray’s hand from his wrist, Ruby staggered backward, the weight of the axe slipping from her trembling hands. The metallic clang of the blade against the concrete floor echoed in the room. Blood splattered her face, neck, and hands, its warmth turning cold against her skin. Her stomach churned, and she felt a wave of nausea rising, but she swallowed it down, focusing on the only thing that mattered—Camila. Her body shivered uncontrollably as she moved toward her friend. Each step felt heavier, as if the blood on her skin had turned to chains, binding her to the horror she had just committed. Camila, who knew all too well how much Ruby despised the sight of blood, immediately rose from where she had been kneeling. “Ruby...” Camila whispered, her voice filled with concern. She hurried forward, steadying Ruby with gentle hands. Without hesitation, she turned Ruby around and tore off a strip of her T-shirt. The fabric ripped cleanly, and Camila began wiping the

Ruby sat still on the bed, her eyes fixed on Hector as he rested in the chair beside her. Though his eyes were closed, she knew he wasn’t fully asleep. She could sense his awareness, the subtle tension in his posture that betrayed his readiness to react. It was better she started working on her plan, rather than dwelling on her grief. No matter what, she was going to gain Hector's trust. That would be her first step. She rose from the bed, her movements slow and unsteady, determined to keep up the facade she had settled on. She walked toward the bathroom, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. She pushed open the door, letting it close gently behind her. The moment she disappeared from view, Hector’s eyes opened. His dark gaze remained fixed on the closed door, his body still but alert. He had noticed when she woke, had seen the silent tears that slipped down her face. His mind replayed the earlier events...the chaos, the bloodshed, the look on Ruby’s face as she swung