All Chapters of His Little Ruin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Milan’s heart began to beat faster. She was intoxicated and intensely aroused, but she refused to show such weakness. She tilted her head back, moving even closer as she estimated him beneath her long eyelashes. “Your benefits?” Milan murmured, her voice a low, provocative challenge. “You’re a Salvatore. You even recently became the Godfather. You have a big kingdom and a reputation that keeps the wolves from the door. You’re cold, you’re efficient, and unlike my last husband, you will never raise your hands on me.”
 “I will never,” Vito said almost immediately. 
Milan reached out, her fingers trailing slowly up his chest, feeling the hard, steady thrum of his heart beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt. 
“I don't need a husband who loves me, Vito. I need a husband people are afraid to cross. I need a man who is as much of a monster as the ones hunting me.” She hummed in satisfaction as she felt his hands slide around her waist.
 “So why did you go on those dates wi

Vito bolted upright, gasping for air. 
He scoured Milan’s room but she was missing. 
His heart leaped as the haunting memory of yesterday seized him. Where’s she? The thought echoed, and as if summoned, Milan materialized in the doorway. 
A faint smile traced her lips when she found him conscious. She had checked on him after talking with Andrea, but he lay dead asleep. Andrea advised letting him sleep in her bed more often.
“He has a lot going on. For him to sleep this soundly, it's because he finds peace with you.” 
“Finally awake?” Milan’s voice didn't show any compassion or the deep adoration she felt for him. “I was starting to think you’d surrendered to the day.” 
“The time?” Vito rasped. 
“Mid-afternoon.” She replied, her eyes failing not to rake over his body. It was a rare sight- seeing him in her bed… She yearned to get into the bed and see if he woke up with a stiff erection. But she remained rooted on the spot, thinking about it, instead of actually doing

Aurora, the no-touch, no-speaking autistic kid, lay soundly asleep in Kathleen's arms. The same little girl who would only hug him. 
Vito felt a surge of panic that consumed his whole body. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. 
Did Kathleen do something to her? 
 He blinked back his initial shock. 
Just then, Kathleen stirred awake, her eyes locking onto his horrified expression. 
“Hi,” she said drowsily. “I didn’t know you were here.”
 Without a word, Vito closed the distance between them and swiftly took his daughter from her grasp, as though she were some wicked witch who had enchanted Aurora. 
He backed away, putting space between them while his cold stare pinned Kathleen in place. 
 Awakened by the sudden movement, Aurora blinked in surprise but smiled upon recognizing Vito, she gradually settled back into sleep. He was her favorite person in the entire world, and with him, she always felt safe. 
Kathleen observed their interaction with keen interest. This wa

Suddenly, he grabbed her neck, choking her again. “You have such strong feelings about my brother, so I can’t help but wonder if you’re truly carrying his child,” Antonio said, a mix of curiosity and tension in his voice. As he studied her captivating eyes, with trembling lips that hinted at secrets yet to be revealed, he couldn't help but understand why every man he knew was obsessed with her. She was breathtaking.
 He decided right there to make her his willing toy. 
“I don't care who the baby's father is. The child must die.” Antonio declared. 
Milan’s gaze hardened. She shook her head, crying out loud for the first time. “Please spare my baby. You can’t do this to me. This is a violent crime that can land you in jail!”
 Antonio booted her, and before she could shield her stomach, the impact already landed. 
“How dare you teach me law!” He snapped. “I’m the cop here. You are just a dropout!” 
Milan felt a sharp pain in her stomach, the piercing cramps nearly causing

Milan jolted awake, her heart racing as remnants of a nightmare clung to her thoughts. In her dream, she was running and blood was gushing out of her, yet she kept urging herself to run, leap, and escape. 
But as the fog of unconsciousness lifted, a startling realization hit her. It was not a nightmare. It was her harsh reality. 
“My baby…” she whispered, instinctively placing her hand over her stomach, her thoughts swirling with concern. 
She didn't know if her baby survived and how long she might have been out. 
Just then, a nurse entered with a gentle smile, carrying a tray. But Milan was lost in her thoughts, trying to piece together how she had ended up here. 
“Signorina, I’m so relieved you survived. You’re such a fighter,” the nurse said warmly, her eyes lighting up with genuine care. She was the one who treated Vito and was tasked by the hospital to be in sole care of Milan while she was in a coma. 
Milan’s gaze flickered to the entrance, and she mustered the stren