Ruthless Heir 소설 & 이야기

This was the first time she was looking at him properly. His hair was jet black and looked smooth and silky. He was gorgeous. Why does a ruthless Alpha have to be so good-looking? A few of his strands stick to his forehead. Grabbing them softly with her fingertips she cleaned his forehead and then proceeded to do the last touch-ups. He could simply have a shower but no, he had to torment her for doing a blunder. "D...done..." She stuttered moving back. He opened his eyes and her breath got caught in her throat. His eyes. Those dark hues always look at her as if he could see right through her soul. His eyes were beautiful but there was this darkness lurking in those depths of his pools that t

He said and waited for his response. There was dead silence on the other hand. "I trust you. But can you please repeat it for me, Igor?" He heard his voice softening this time. "I have found your wife, Cousin." He repeated his words for him. "Is she alright? I need to talk to her." His voice was laced with concern. He never imagined that his Ruthless cousin would ever be soft for anyone. He had noticed the way his cousin looked at her. He never assumed he was incapable of emotions, feeling anything, but ruling with cruelty.

It wasn't a standard house key it was a heavy, silver skeleton key with a small, stylized S engraved on the bow. The Santoro crest. "Great," she muttered, her grumpy facade returning as she snapped the box shut. "Now I'm collecting heirlooms from a sociopath." She didn't wait for her mother, who was likely still puffing her way down the driveway in four-inch heels. Cali started walking again, her bare feet hitting the cold asphalt with a rhythmic slap-slap-slap. She ignored the stinging in her soles. She ignored the way the wind whipped her sheer dress around her legs.

I was a survivor of a life I had once allowed to crush me. "Are you ready?" Xavier whispered, offering me his arm. "I've been ready for a year, Xavier. Maybe longer." As we walked down the grand staircase of our private estate, the elite of the world rose to their feet. This wasn't just a wedding; it was the coronation of a new era. We had turned a betrayal into a multi-billion dollar empire. As we stood at the altar, I didn't look at the flowers or the celebrity guests. I looked into Xavier’s grey eyes the eyes that had stayed constant even when I was too blind to see them.

But when I say his full name, Julian Stone, she gasps so loudly that people look over. “ELENA!” she whisper-shouts. “You slept with your BOSS?” “Lower your voice” I hiss, burying my face in my hands. She leans in, her eyes wide with both shock and something close to excitement. “Are you telling me the man who ruined your life this morning is the man who ruined your legs in Santorini?” I groan. “Oh my God” she says. “This is deliciously horrible.” “It’s not delicious, Nora.”

"No, Denver. You don't want to give it to me, I don't want to give it to you either." Disgusted, he turned to the Father. Here we are again in the heir discussion. When will his inheritance problem end? "Dad, I really don't want to marry anyone." His father sighed. His son is really stubborn. He and his mother are not stubborn so he wonders who he inherited from. "Who wants to marry just anyone? Son, Denver. That's why I'm going to find you a bride w--" "Dad!"

He is so full of himself and arrogant. He is a good person Sav, I think he likes you a lot...I mean a lot. This is the first time he brought a date. We are really surprised! Sometimes, people are being carried away by his position, but as far as I know him and from my personal point of view, he is kind-hearted and a good man. There are talks about his ruthlessness, especially towards women, but I am not a witness to those. I have never seen him with a woman on his side, believe me! It's always talk and gossip by the media. Maybe, it was part of his image to have it that way. He was a widow for many many years and I did not hear a single name attached to him. It's just being ruthless, and a

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

"Your mother does. And you own it according to her will." It can't be. She owned nothing. She led a very normal life before she died. "So,I think I should marry..." "No." I shouted at him. "I'll never marry you." He let out a sigh of impatience. "I know that no one knows about your existence for a reason. One." He took another step forward, " you hate them. They hate you. Two." Another step, " your brother has a son. Jonathan doesn't know about it. You never told him. And you asked me not touch your family. I connected the dots. " Another step. "That old punk is obsessed with a male heir. He blames you for your brother's death. If he knows that he has....."