All Chapters of Ruined To Ruthless: Rise Of The Broken Heir: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
12 chapters
Chapter 1: The Fall
Brian Ashton’s hands trembled as he pushed open the towering glass doors of Davenport Industries. The lobby was a cathedral of wealth: marble floors, gold-plated elevators, and walls lined with abstract art that screamed status. To anyone else, it was magnificent. To him, it was a cage.“Mr. Ashton,” a receptionist chirped, her smile polite but hollow. “Your, uh, meeting is ready.”He forced a nod, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth. Every step toward the executive suite felt like walking on shards of glass. Three years of loyalty, endless sacrifices, countless nights staying late to cover for mistakes he hadn’t made, and this was how he was treated. Always as if he were invisible.“Good morning, Brian,” came a voice dripping with ice. Clarissa Davenport, his wife, leaned against the mahogany conference table. Her hair was perfect, her designer suit immaculate. Every inch of her radiated power and cruelty. “Morning,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.“Sit,” she said, pointing to
Chapter 2: The Inheritance
Brian stepped out of the prison gate. The sunlight burned his eyes. He had not seen the sky like this for a long time. For years, it felt like the sun had abandoned him. Now it shone, but it did not feel warm. It felt like a warning.A man stood in front of him. Tall, straight-backed, wearing a black suit. His hands were folded in front of him. His face was calm, but Brian could feel a strange power in the way he stood. “Who, who are you?” Brian asked, his voice shaking.The man bowed slightly. “I am Mr. Gray,” he said. “I was your father’s butler. I have waited for this day for a long time.”Brian’s eyes widened. “My, my father?” His voice cracked. “He is dead. He can’t, ”“Yes,” Mr. Gray said, nodding. “He is gone. But he left you something. Something very important. Not just money, but a chance to change everything. To take back what was stolen from you.”Brian shook his head. “I don’t understand. I have nothing now. I was in prison. I…I am nothing.”“You are not nothing, young m
Chapter 3: The First Strike
The city lights flickered as Brian stepped out of the car. The streets were crowded, cars honked, and people moved quickly without noticing him. But he noticed them. Every glance, every whisper, every passerby was part of the world he was about to conquer.“Mr. Ashton,” Mr. Gray said softly, standing beside him. “Everything is ready. Your accounts, your companies, all secure. Now, we watch and wait.”Brian nodded. His heart beat faster, not with fear, but with something sharp and bright. “I want to start small,” he said quietly. “Someone I can show what I am now. Someone who laughed at me before. Someone who deserves a lesson.”Mr. Gray nodded. “Face-slapping?” he asked.“Yes,” Brian said. His voice was calm but cold. “It is time they see that the man they treated like nothing is stronger than them all.”The gala was filled with lights, laughter, and music. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, sparkling like stars frozen in time. Men in suits talked loudly, women moved gracefully in f
Chapter 4: The Widow’s Mask
The Davenport Mansion looked bigger than Brian remembered. The marble floors reflected the chandeliers, sparkling like tiny stars trapped in glass. The scent of expensive perfume mixed with the faint smell of polish and wax. Every detail reminded Brian of how small and powerless he had once been here.“Mr. Ashton,” Mr. Gray whispered, standing beside him. “Are you sure you want to enter now? Clarissa will notice you immediately. She may try to test you.”“I am ready,” Brian said quietly. “She must see who I am now. Strong. Smart. Dangerous.”They stepped into the hall. Guests moved around in flowing gowns and shiny suits, talking and laughing as if the night belonged to them. Clarissa stood near the center, in a long white dress that shimmered under the lights. Her hair was perfectly done, her makeup flawless. She looked like a queen.When she saw Brian, she froze. Her eyes widened. “Brian,” she whispered.“Yes, Clarissa,” Brian said, his voice calm and low. “It is me.”“You, you lo
Chapter 5: The Father’s Fall
Brian watched from the rooftop of one of his newly acquired buildings. The city lights stretched out below him like a glittering ocean. Cars moved like tiny ants. People were unaware of the storm that had quietly risen among them.“Mr. Ashton,” Mr. Gray said, his voice calm, “everything is ready. The board meeting will begin shortly. Your father-in-law is inside. He has no idea what is coming.”Brian’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “Good. Let’s remind him who holds the real power now.”Inside Davenport Industries, Richard Davenport leaned back in his chair, reviewing reports. His office smelled of leather and expensive coffee. He thought he was untouchable. He thought Brian was still the weak, obedient man he had destroyed.“Brian?” Richard’s secretary said nervously, glancing at the open door. “He, he’s here?”“Yes,” Richard said, frowning. “Bring him in. I want to see what he has to say.”Brian entered, calm and composed. His black suit fit perfectly. He carried an air of
Chapter 6: The Boardroom Storm
The morning sun cut through the tall glass windows of Davenport Industries. Inside, the boardroom smelled of polished wood and expensive coffee. The air was tense, filled with men and women in tailored suits, all unaware that their world was about to shift.Brian entered quietly, his black suit crisp, his presence commanding attention without a word. The board members glanced at him, uncertain, uneasy.“Brian?” one of them, a middle-aged man named Samuel Kerr, said nervously. “I, I thought you were gone.”Brian smiled faintly. “Gone?” he repeated. “No. I’ve only been preparing.”Richard Davenport sat at the head of the table, his face tight. He had recovered from Brian’s previous strike, but his confidence was shaken. He thought he could regain control. He thought Brian was still weak.“You shouldn’t be here,” Richard said, trying to sound firm. “This is a private meeting.”Brian’s eyes scanned the room. “Private?” he said softly. “I don’t think so. You see, everything in this room n
Chapter 7: Social Collapse
The city skyline glittered under the evening sky, but inside the grand ballroom of Clarissa Davenport’s charity gala, the atmosphere was thick with elegance, laughter, and false smiles. Women in sparkling gowns twirled gracefully, men in tailored suits raised glasses and exchanged compliments, and the air smelled of perfume and expensive wine.Brian stepped into the room quietly. His black suit was sharp, his posture perfect, and his calm gaze swept over the crowd. Guests paused mid-conversation, sensing a presence they did not expect. “Mr. Ashton?” whispered a socialite named Vanessa Drake, turning pale. “I, I didn’t know you’d attend.”Brian smiled faintly. “I didn’t, but some invitations cannot be ignored.”Across the room, Clarissa noticed him. Her smile froze. For the first time, she felt the tension in the air, the sharp edges of fear and uncertainty that Brian now carried naturally.“Brian,” she said softly.“Yes, Clarissa,” Brian replied calmly. “Good evening.”“You… you sho
Chapter 8: The Web Tightens
The morning sun poured through the tall windows of Brian’s penthouse office. The city below was alive, unaware that a storm had quietly begun. Brian stood by the window, looking down at the streets, thinking carefully about his next move.“Mr. Ashton,” Mr. Gray said, placing a folder on the desk, “the next targets are ready. Clarissa’s closest allies and advisors. They have helped her manipulate and control everything around her. Expose them, and she will feel the impact immediately.”Brian nodded slowly. “Good. But each step must be precise. No mistakes. Every revelation must hit hard, where it hurts most.”Inside Clarissa’s private apartment, a group of her trusted friends and personal advisors gathered for their morning meeting. They spoke in whispers, unaware that Brian had already infiltrated the digital and financial paths that connected them.“This is bad,” said Lillian, one of Clarissa’s closest friends. “Brian, he’s back. He’s everywhere. I don’t understand how he-”“Shh,”
Chapter 9: Public Unraveling
The morning news blared across the city. The anchors spoke with forced calm, their voices trembling under the weight of the story.“And in shocking developments, insider reports reveal discrepancies in Davenport Industries’ finances.”Brian watched from a corner office in his new building, sipping black coffee. The city below buzzed, but the real game was happening in the headlines. Clarissa and her father, Richard Davenport, had no idea what hit them. “Mr. Ashton,” Mr. Gray said quietly, standing behind him, “the public exposure is now rolling. Clarissa’s allies are in panic. The board is confused, trying to salvage credibility. And the media… they are already picking up the story.”Brian’s lips curved into a cold, controlled smile. “Good. But this is only the beginning. The world must see the cost of betrayal. Not just private humiliation, public disgrace. That is where the lesson hits hardest.”At a high-profile charity event later that evening, Clarissa adjusted her dress nervous
Chapter 10: The Collapse Deepens
The city was alive with its usual hum of cars, sirens, and conversations, but inside the Davenport penthouse, the atmosphere was tense and thick, as if the air itself had grown heavier. Clarissa Davenport paced back and forth, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Her perfectly styled hair no longer seemed to comfort her. Tonight, everything was unraveling.“Clarissa, you need to calm down,” whispered Vanessa Drake, her voice tight. “The news, it’s everywhere. People are talking. They’re mocking us. Brian, he’s not playing anymore.”Clarissa spun around, her eyes blazing with panic and fury. “Calm down? Calm down? Vanessa, he’s destroyed everything we built in a single day! The board, the social circle, even the press, everything. And now, it’s only a matter of time before he comes for the rest!”Vanessa swallowed, glancing nervously at her phone. “He’s… he’s relentless. You really underestimated him.”Clarissa ran her hands through her hair, pacing faster. “