Bought By The Ruthless Alpha King (Ruby) novel Chapter 150

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Chapter 150: Second Chance

Chapter 150: Second Chance

Ruby’s POV

I stood in there, captivated by the scene before me. This place felt oddly different from how I remembered it as Ruby. Perhaps it was just me, but the room seemed more expansive than before. New musical instruments had been arranged neatly in their designated spots, each gleaming under the warm, elegant lights that spilled from the ornate chandelier above.

I walked in slowly, inhaling the familiar scent that lingered in the air. It was subtly different, yet nostalgia clung to it like a forgotten melody. My fingers instinctively reached for the etched notes above the keys. A small smile found its way to my lips. It had been so long since I last felt connected to a piano. Mikael kept one at his house, but I rarely played it. Every time I tried, it brought back memories I wasn’t ready to face.

“Do you like the changes?” he asked gently.

I turned to him, still a little taken aback by how expressive he’d become. It was a stark contrast to the man I once knew even if I had been the only one able to soften him back then.

“Very much,” I said. “Did you do this because the room’s in use more often now?”

He walked toward me, hands clasped neatly behind his back. A faint shake of his head answered my question.

“Not really. I rarely host parties anymore. These days, I simply fund them and stay out of sight,” he said with a wry smile.

Killian’s fingers drifted toward the piano, touching the keys with that familiar grace. A bittersweet longing stirred inside me, surfacing from the depths of a heart I’d tried hard to mend. I reached out and tugged lightly on his silk sleeve. He looked down at me puzzeled. I tipped my chin toward the pianist’s benc. A silent invitation for him. His eyes widened slightly.

“You want us to play together?” he asked, disbelief lacing his voice.

“I do,” I said simply.

His expression brightened in a way that felt almost out of character–but endearingly so. We sat side by side on the bench. After settling on an instrument that suited us both, our fingers moved in tandem, dancing across the keys with practiced

ease.

Notes met and merged, weaving a gentle melody that rose and lingered in the stillness of the night. Overhead, the moon shone in full glory, casting its silver glow through the tall windows.

I heard a quiet, contented hum escape Killian’s lips, and I smiled. I felt it too. Our souls were singing to each other again, like twin flames rekindled. For a moment, I closed my eyes, trusting instinct to guide me. Astonishingly, not a single note faltered.

We used to do this often, back then. Especially on nights when Killian returned weary from dealing with petty associates or the blood–soaked chaos he called routine. Now, he picked up the tempo and had already transitioned to another instrument. I opened my eyes quickly. My fingers nearly slipped as I struggled to keep up.

“You’re so full of energy,” I remarked, amused.

But Killian didn’t hear me. He was completely absorbed in the music, so much so that the world around him might as well have gone silent. The only sound that existed for him was the masterpiece unfolding beneath his fingertips. Moments later, the performance came to its quiet conclusion. Killian was slightly breathless as he turned to me, a spark of satisfaction and silent gratitude lighting his gaze.

“That was incredible,” he praised.

The corners of my lips lifted into a small smile. “You played beautifully, Killian. Have you been practicing a lot lately?”

“No, that was just luck,” he replied. “You’re the iconic one here.”

I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. Swallowing hard, I brushed aside the warmth his compliment stirred. I was a mother now -not the girl who once squealed with delight and rolled around on her bed in excitement.

“There’s actually a reason I wanted to talk to you here,” I said, shifting the topic.

Killian straightened slightly, anticipating my next words. Tension flickered across his face, barely noticeable but present beneath the façade of a seasoned tyrant.

“I’ve been thinking about all the letters Mikael entrusted you with.”

Slowly, I lifted my hands from the piano, gathering Killian deserved his share of the truth. It would.

“I loved Mikael very deeply.”

Successfully unlocked! le. I had made a decision to face this, bit by bit.

dark while I had heard his heart so clearly.

My head bowed slightly. “He was the only one who ever made me feel truly alive. A light in the life of a girl who buried herself in textbooks and assignments back in those restless student years.”

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Chapter 150. Second Chance

“When we realized we were soulmates, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy.”

I looked straight ahead, too afraid to meet Killian’s eyes.

“Even so,” I continued lowly, “there was a part of me that Mikael never reached.”

“And Mikael knew that.”

I felt a subtle shift in the air around us, a delicate ripple that danced along my skin. This was the moment everything had been leading up to. My tongue grew heavy, unwilling to form the words that still lingered on the edge of my heart.

“I–I don’t know what to do with all these feelings,” I said, smiling through my tears.

He quickly wiped his own tears, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Even now, this arrogant man was still clinging to the image of the fierce tyrant everyone in the kingdom feared. And yet here he was, adorably earnest as he began explaining the room around us every little detail, as if making sure I understood exactly what this meant.

Our hands were still intertwined. The space between us continued to vanish. I couldn’t tell who moved first, but the next thing I knew, our lips met. It was a kiss filled with sincerity and love stirring the same heat and longing as when Killian had once claimed me as his.