Semua Bab Will You Marry Me?: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Hector laid at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Ruby's back as she lay still, her breathing steady and rhythmic. He was convinced that there was more to Ruby than met the eye. He couldn’t shake the feeling that behind her closed lids, her mind was spinning webs—planning, plotting. 'I’ll figure you out,' he thought. It wouldn’t be difficult. Not with Camila nearby. People with connections or attachments were the easiest to break. He had learned that early in life. His enemies’ strength often lay in their relationships, and that strength could quickly become a weakness. He checked his watch. The hours were slipping by, bringing him closer to the moment he had been waiting for—the execution of Don Gray. The old man was barely holding on. Hector had made sure of that. His death would not be swift or merciful. It would be a reminder to everyone of what happened when they crossed Hector Morales. He moved quietly through the room, slipping out without a backward glance. Outside

Just as Tara pulled the trigger, Hector struck her hand with lightning-fast precision. The gunshot rang out like a thunderclap, echoing through the room.The gun flew from her grip, clattering to the floor. The bullet whizzed past Ruby’s face, missing her by mere inches. She gasped, instinctively covering her face, her entire body shivering with shock. The room fell into a dead silence. Hector bent down, retrieving the fallen gun. He turned it over in his hand, his expression unreadable, before slowly lifting his gaze to Tara. His voice was quiet but sharp enough to slice through the tension. “What were you about to do?” Tara’s face twisted in fury as she pointed directly at Ruby. Her breath came in short, angry bursts. “How dare this dog point fingers at me and everyone here?” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “She’s nothing! Just a pathetic slave trying to turn us against each other.” She turned toward Hector, her eyes pleading, her tone desperate. “You know us! We

“I am alive.” The words left Ruby’s lips in a breathless whisper, her eyes wide with disbelief as she sat up in bed. Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched her face, her throat, her arms....everything was intact. She had been certain she would die. Her mind reeled, replaying the last thing she remembered—collapsing to the floor, gasping for air, foaming at the mouth. She had accepted death in that moment, had welcomed it even. Yet, here she was. She exhaled sharply, looking around. Hector’s bedroom. Again. The realization sent a shiver down her spine. She sighed, rubbing her temples. What she had done had been reckless. But it had also been necessary. She had gambled her own life, and for what? A chance. A mere possibility that she might get closer to her goal. If she had died, then so be it—her fate had been sealed anyway. But she had survived. And that meant something. She knew Hector well enough to know that if he had truly wanted her dead, he would

Eduardo stormed into the house with an energy that filled the entire space. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he scooped Selena off the couch, spinning her around. She shrieked with laughter, clinging to him as her heart pounded from the sudden thrill. "Eduardo! What’s going on?" she asked, breathless. He set her down gently but didn’t let go of her arms. His voice was thick with exhilaration as he said, “I just found out from a reliable source that Camila is dead.” Selena’s laughter froze. Her body stiffened, her wide eyes locking onto his. "What?" "Hector Morales killed her." Selena gasped, stepping back. Her hands trembled as she covered her mouth. "That mafia boss?" she whispered. "Is he really that ruthless?" Eduardo nodded. His expression darkened, his excitement shifting into something more serious. "You don’t understand, Selena. Hector didn’t just kill Camila—he wiped out an entire casino. And that place? It was practically owned by Don Gray." Selena swallowed

Camila paced her small room, her stomach twisting in hunger. The untouched plate of food sat on the ground, mocking her. She stole another glance at it, but the knot in her chest made it impossible to eat. Then, the door creaked open. Her head snapped up, and she froze. Standing in front of her was Ruby. She looked… different. Dressed in a flowing white dress, her face soft and calm, Ruby seemed untouched by the nightmare they were trapped in. But Camila saw beyond the surface. She saw the sadness in her friend’s eyes, the weight she carried. Tears burned Camila’s vision, and before she could say a word, Ruby ran toward her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Camila clung to her, holding on as if she would disappear. Behind them, Hector stood in the doorway, watching in silence. For a moment, his expression was unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and shut the door, leaving them alone. Camila pulled back slightly, her hands gripping Ruby’s arms. “Are you okay?” R