King of Ruin

st long shadows across the quiet town. The tea Mrs. Fletcher had given her barely touched the sides of her stomach, the warmth of it disappearing as soon as she tried to swallow. The s

questions, the man who would give her the love she had always dreamed of. But that love had turned out to be a lie. The cruelest of lies. A lie that had shattered her. The day he had cast her aside without a single word of explanation still haunted her, the memory of him coldly ending their relationship still fresh in her mind. Isla closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to surface. She had promised herself she wouldn't cry over him again. He had taken enough from her. A knock at the door snapped her back to the present, and she stiffened. She didn't need to open it. She knew who it was. Enzo. The knock came again, this time more insistent. She hesitated, torn between answering and ignoring him, but the idea of him waiting outside, wearing that smug, arrogant expression he always did when he knew he was getting under her skin, was too much to bear. She had to face him. She had to end this. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the room and opened the door. There, standing in front of her, was Enzo, as imposing and powerful as she remembered. His suit was immaculate, his jawline sharp, his eyes unreadable. He had never looked so perfect, so untouchable. Isla said nothing at first, her gaze steady on his, as if daring him to say something. But it was Enzo who spoke first, breaking the silence with that same deep, soothing voice that once made her believe in their future. "I couldn't leave without seeing you again," he said, his tone softer than she expected. "I need you to hear me out, Isla. I know I can't undo the past, but I can at least try to make it right." Isla didn't move. She couldn't. "Make it right?" Her voice was quiet, laced with disbelief. "You want to make it right now? After everything you did?" Enzo's jaw clenched. For the briefest moment, Isla saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes-something almost vulnerable, something she hadn't seen in him in years. It was fleeting, but it was enough to make her question everyth