All Chapters of His Little Ruin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Milan returned to law school months later with dark circles beneath her eyes and a diaper bag permanently attached to her shoulder. Some days she attended lectures after surviving only two hours of sleep. Other days she studied while rocking her daughter against her chest.Her father and older brother made it easier to attend lectures, seminars, and social gatherings while parenting as a single mother.Her father babysat while Roma handled midnight feedings whenever Milan had exams the next morning. He was unmarried, so he practically became a second parent to his niece. His girlfriend complained constantly that he loved the newborn more than her.“You can leave me if you want. She won't ever leave me,” he argued once while carrying little Roma around the apartment. “My family is my everything. Understood?”The way he drew the line made his girlfriend, Iris, understand his love and bond with his family. Gradually, she

“How many cases are there?” Milan asked Vito but he provided no response.“Five?”Vito was still silent.“Ten?”“Enough,” he barked. She looked back at him. “And you are handling all of it alone.”“I said enough.”His cold voice cut through the room harder this time, but she heard what rested beneath it. Exhaustion. Frustration. Maybe even desperation carefully buried beneath anger.Neither of them spoke until Milan broke the silence. “You protected everyone else your entire life,” she said carefully. “But you never learned how to let someone stand beside you.”Vito laughed again. This time, the sound carried no amusement at all. Only exhaustion honed into anger.“Depending on people is the quickest way to get killed.”The words settled heavily between them.Milan felt her chest tighten painfully because she understood immediately that he was not speaking only about

The lights flickered briefly across his face, honing the cold intensity in his expression. He wore dark clothes as usual, no tie, and his sleeves were rolled slightly upward. He looked nothing like the sophisticated capo tonight and more like the dangerous man the city whispered about quietly.Her breath seized.“You’re coming with me,” he growled. Before she could respond, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.“Vito!” Milan hissed. “Put me down.”Around them, Priscilla and Lillian stared in complete shock.“Oh my God,” Priscilla whispered loudly. “THAT is the Don?”Lillian looked close to fainting from excitement.Meanwhile, Milan was mortified.“Put me down right now,” she demanded again, struggling slightly against him.Vito ignored her completely.People moved out of his path automatically as he carried

Milan leaned against the door slightly once they disappeared around the corner.“You terrified my friends,” she muttered.“That was not intentional.”“That somehow makes it worse.”For a second, neither of them spoke.“Let’s talk inside.” Milan broke the silence.“They filed publicly,” Vito said coldly the moment he stepped inside. “Antonio wants humiliation before judgment.” He looked dangerous as he spoke and it was so hot that Milan couldn't look away. She closed the door and swallowed hard. “I already know.”“I will handle it.”The tone alone told her exactly what he meant.“No.”His violet eyes snapped toward her. “What do you mean by ' no '?” Vito said coldly. “If he ends up dead like his brother, how exactly is he supposed to fight for cus

Milan leaned back against the sofa, allowing herself to enjoy the rare peace that had settled over her life.  Her older brother, Roma had moved out recently after his marriage, so it remained only her and her daughter living with her father.   Little Romy’s laughter echoed through the room as she ran circles around her grandfather, clutching a stuffed rabbit almost as big as she was. Her father pretended to lose every game they played, and Roma celebrated each victory as though she had conquered the world. After so long, she was finally where she wanted to be, surrounded by people who loved her.   The custody battle was over. Antonio Rocci no longer had any claim over Roma. The headlines had faded. The reporters had moved on to other scandals.     Now, Milan could walk outside without feeling like someone was waiting to take something from her.