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GINEVRA I jerked awake to heat, my heart plummeting my ribcage.My body had tightened with want beneath the sheets, my lips eliciting strained gasps.I had woken from the same dream—a nightmare, perhaps. It had been the same dream that had had me dreading sleep in the last seven days. The same dream that was filled with the face of the man whose essence had seeped into my bloodstreams. Like he was a part of me.Figuratively, I was born with a weak heart.It had only been a few days since Ghost was here. Only a few days since his hands were on me. A few days since his lips had peppered across my skin, unraveling every inch of me. Only a few days, and yet, I missed him desperately. I yearned for him. I desired his touch—his absence aggravated me.I needed him like he was my oxygen. As though I couldn’t breathe without him.It was foolish, I knew. I was foolish, and my heart had been the most foolish of all my organs.Frustrated by my disoriented state, I slipped off the bed and headed
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GINEVRA I had bolted out the door the moment I heard the whispered words that were shared between my siblings.They had confessed to tampering with someone’s car.That someone had been Julia.When I zoomed off in my car, my fingers had begun moving against my phone’s screen frantically. I had been dialing Julia nonstop. To no avail.With a groan of frustration, I threw my phone to the passenger seat, seemingly giving up dialing the number. In a split second, my foot was pressed firmly against the accelerator.I drove like a crazed woman.Long minutes passed and my phone buzzed. It was Julia.“Aunty, you have to get out of that car!” I panicked. “It’s. . .it’s. . .”My cry had been foolish. I could hear it, the chaos.Tires screeching, her driver’s grunts, Julia’s strained breaths—it had begun.I had been too late.Julia hushed, “remember what I told you, Ginevra. Be smart, be aware, give them hell.” She breathed a shaky breath. “Be good for me while I’m gone, si?”“You’re not going a
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
GINEVRA Windows wind down, the cool breeze of the evening caressing my skin, opera playing in the background, and my eyes darting around in awe, taking in the beauty of the city. It was one evening. I had craved to live normally for just one evening, I had desired freedom only for one evening–to be alone, to drive alone, to enjoy my own company without constantly looking over my shoulders. I had desired to be with my own thoughts for one evening, but the universe–my enemies perhaps–had other plans.The hours spent at the office had proven to be calming to the soul—with a few joints burnt, and a few bottles of red wine emptied, I had surfed through a few documents smooth and easy like it meant nothing. Got a few minutes of sleep at some point even.It had been a smooth evening until I decided that I had to drive around town. I needed to take in the beauty of Sicily’s sunset without my soldiers hovering over me and scaring away some unsuspecting locals.That too, had been a success.
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
GINEVRA The morning after a cloud of darkness was dreadful. The brightness of the morning, which I loathed the most, was striking my eyes with such viciousness when my body jerked awake from yet another nightmare. These days, it was Julia who taunted me the most. Memories of her, her voice, the softness of her—she was all over the place. When I woke up, it was Julia. When I slept, it was Julia. Even in my sleep, Julia tormented my dreams. It was unnerving. I had begun going crazy with anxiousness. So crazy that I developed profound hatred for the break of dawn. Since the sun rose this morning, I had been in bed. My eyes wide against the gray ceiling, my head ringing with numbers, desperate to calm my raging nerves. At intervals, sleep had seized me, and I had succumbed to the call of nature. And yet, I couldn’t last longer than five minutes in my sleep.My body was sore all over—too sore that it had become impossible moving my limbs. How possible was it to move when I had be
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER NINETEEN
GINEVRA My body had instantly stiffened with tension when a subtle chaos ensued. The soldiers in the hall shuffled around, more soldiers filed into the hallway, their stance firm, steady, at alert, their hands against the guns that was still tucked into their waistbands. They were prepared for whatever was to come. My eyes met with Cyrus’s rigid form. He had his hand pressed against the earpiece in his ear, and his lips pursed. A few seconds of silence passed, he nodded once. “Stay here. I’ll be right with you.” He whispered. Without allowing me an opportunity for questions, he stormed out the hall. Soldiers followed. Cassandra stepped forward and intertwined her fingers with mine, squeezing gently as though providing me support. As much as I appreciated her gesture, I couldn’t stop my restless mind from running wild with crazy imaginings. With a clear of her throat, Cassandra announced. “Due to an emergency that has presented itself with an urgency to be attended to, we’ll have
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER TWENTY
RICARDO Regret. I had felt it in my core, my veins, my heart, my bones, through every inch of me. Through the entirety of my being, regret had become paramount. Was it the way her pained eyes bored into mine? Was it the exhaustion and physical pain that had been evident with the way she spoke, walked, or even smiled? Was it the way she held onto me tight, silently pleading that I got her out of this mess? I was ripped apart by all of it. It was my fault, my fault for holding a grudge where there was none. Up until this moment, I couldn’t tell for sure what had prompted my desire to hurt the woman whom I was supposedly attracted to. I had thoroughly pondered on this matter, I thought about it, until I realized. My actions had been as a result of my fucked up mind. All of this sprouted from my need to dominate Ginevra Rodriguez, to own her, to have her surrender to me without realizing it. All of this was an act of manipulation. If she felt weak, if she sensed that I was her s
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GINEVRA The dull sound of my phone going off brought me back to consciousness, but that consciousness came with a head jamming pain. My throat elicited a groan, my heavy eyes doing a shit job at taking in my surroundings, my hand sliding around the empty space on the bed in search of the device whose sound had become louder by the minute. My voice, groggy, whispered, “Ginevra speaking.” “Are you high?” Cyrus’s voice blared with anger. With a roll of my eyes, I sat up on the bed, raking a hand through my hair. “I wish I was. Why’re you calling so early in the morning?” There had been a pause. Frantic breaths met my ear, a grunt followed. “Why do I have to be responsible for you per favore. . .” A groan, low in his throat, thick, erupted. “You have to be in Rome for the banquet of the commission.” Shit! With speed, I sprang up from the bed and slid out. My throat had elicited a scream of, “fuck!” As I ran into the washroom. I consumed too many pills yesterday’s night. That much
CREATED FOR RUIN CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
GINEVRA My orbs glistened with a deep, dark shadow where demons resided, two hands, fingers dark, pressing firm against my throat. On one hand, was disbelief, and on the other, hatred. I couldn’t come off it. I was completely engulfed. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted—needed this to be a dream, and even so, it wasn’t going to be a sweet dream. I was in a black hole, surrounded by nothing but darkness. That smile plastered across his face—Ghost had been mocking my present state. I was pathetic. The palpitations of my heart held anomalies, my eyes, tear-filled, closed shut in a blink, and yet, darkness remained. It was a lie, everything that was shared between Ghost and I. It was all a lie. ‘I desire to make a powerful enemy out of you’—those were the words which he had spoken to me. Power, he gave me. But instead of becoming enemies, we had sealed our alliance by pleasuring one another. So I thought. All this time, with every kiss, every stroke, every moan, every release, every
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