Love,Written In Ruins
Eloise thought her first heartbreak would end in tears. She was wrong. It ended in gasoline and a match.
For two years, she’d loved him with the kind of innocence that believed in forever. He was her first love, her safe place, her reason to dream. That night, she had planned to give him the one thing she’d never given anyone—her first time.
But destiny had a cruel sense of humor.
Under the plastic bag in his bedroom trash bin, she found the truth—used condoms, still smelling faintly of betrayal. And as if fate wanted her to drown in humiliation, her best friend called to say she’d seen him dining in a restaurant with another woman.
Eloise went there, trembling and furious, only to see him kissing that woman—his hand where hers should’ve been, his mouth speaking promises she once believed in.
The world blurred. Rage replaced heartbreak. She poured wine on his face, slapped him hard enough to sting her palm, and threw the used condoms at his chest when he tried to explain.
It should’ve ended there. But pain demanded more. That night, her anger took the shape of flames. And she burned down his estate.
Only it wasn’t his.
It belonged to Luciano Solis De la Vega—a man whose name was a whisper in every dark corner of the city. Ruthless. Powerful. Addictively composed. The kind of man who could ruin lives with a single look—and never lose sleep over it.
Now, Eloise belongs to him.
She is his debt.
His punishment.
His.
Luciano doesn’t believe in mercy. He believes in control—in lessons that scar, in breaking beauty until it learns how to bend. But Eloise is not a woman who surrenders quietly. Every defiant glance, every tremble fueled by fury instead of fear, awakens something dangerous inside him.
Their nights become war zones—hate colliding with heat, punishment blurring into desire. Every touch burns. Every word cuts. Every moment teeters between ruin and obsession.
As Eloise searches for a way out—of Luciano’s grip and the treacherous pull between them—betrayal resurfaces in unexpected forms. Jealous lovers. Hidden alliances. Enemies disguised as friends. Even loyalty has teeth.
Because when two broken souls collide, they don’t heal each other— they burn together.
And from the ashes of betrayal, love writes its name. Not in promises. Not in light. But in ruins.
