All Chapters of Ruined To Ruthless: Rise Of The Broken Heir: Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
12 chapters
Chapter 11: The Reckoning Begins
The Davenport penthouse felt smaller than ever. The walls, once filled with laughter and power, now seemed to close in on Clarissa. Every phone call, every message, every news headline reminded her of the storm Brian had brought into her world. She stood by the window, looking out at the glittering city, but the beauty below felt like a mocking reflection of her crumbling empire.“He’s everywhere,” Vanessa whispered, standing close to Clarissa. “The press, the board, our social circle, no one is safe. And now, it’s only a matter of time before he comes for you directly.”Clarissa shook her head, trying to control her trembling hands. “I can’t let him ruin me. I won’t. I won’t let him destroy everything I worked for. I can’t,”Vanessa placed a hand on her shoulder. “Then we need a plan. We need to act, Clarissa. We can’t just sit here and wait.”Clarissa’s lips pressed tightly together. “Act? How? Everything we trusted… every ally, every friend, every influence, Brian controls it now
Chapter 12: Crushing the Foundations
The early morning sun barely pierced the smog-laden skyline as the city stirred below. From his sleek office in a towering glass building, Brian observed the streets, the hum of life, the oblivious crowds. They had no idea the storm he commanded was now fully awake. Every step of his plan had been measured. Every target carefully chosen. And tonight, the foundations of the Davenports’ world would crumble further.“Mr. Gray,” Brian said, voice calm but sharp, “the board has been destabilized. The social circle was exposed. Clarissa and Richard are already panicking. Now, we move to the final structural elements. Allies, advisors, financial intermediaries, every weak point must be struck. Precision is essential.”Mr. Gray nodded silently. “They cannot withstand this, young master. Each step dismantles their control. Their fear grows, and it will drive them to desperation.”Brian sipped black coffee, his eyes scanning a carefully prepared list of names, connections, and hidden dealing