Novels by Boss Ruddy

~TV report stationAfter few months Ethan appeared on the television show, his presence commanding the attention of viewers across the nation. The bright lights of the studio glinted off his composed expression as the host prepared to delve into his past experiences."Mr. Ethan, the public is eager for answers. How did you feel after capturing your father's murderer?" the host inquired, her voice tinged with a note of curiosity. Ethan's chest rose and fell with a deep breath before he began to speak, his words carefully chosen."It was a significant moment for me, a victory in many ways," Ethan replied calmly, his gaze steady. "I felt a mix of emotions - excitement, closure, and a sense of justice served. It was a journey that took me down memory lane, reminding me of the past and the challenges I have overcome." His words held a weight of experience, a reflection of the trials he had faced and conquered.The host smiled understandingly, her expression a mix of admiration and empathy

"Just drop that gun," Ethan thundered, his authoritative voice echoing through the room. Grandpa Tristan chuckled in disbelief at the situation unfolding before him. If someone had told him this was the trick they were going to play to get to him, he would have denied it without a second thought.Despite the tension in the air, Tristan chose to remain strong and not yield to the deception at play. "I said turn yourself in and stop flaunting. I am not joking. Tell this idiot to drop their guns," Uncle Raymond interjected, his voice laced with authority as he shot a warning bullet into the air.Ethan stood frozen, his shock palpable in the charged atmosphere. The gravity of the situation intensified as the standoff continued, each character poised for the next move.As Ethan watched in horror, Uncle Raymond's resolve seemed unshakable. "Uncle, what if you hurt yourself?" he asked, his voice filled with concern and disbelief at the drastic turn of events."I don't care if I die here. I w

Grandpa Tristan's face contorted with fury at the henchman's revelation. His eyes blazed with intensity as he berated himself for letting his guard down. "Damn it! How could I let my guard down? Go and inform the boys not to shoot. If anything happens to my Raymond and my grandchildren, I will eradicate your entire bloodline," he thundered, his voice laced with menace. His clenched fists trembled with pent-up aggression, a visible manifestation of his seething anger.The henchman scrambled to comply with Grandpa Tristan's orders, his fear palpable as he hurriedly relayed the command to the other thugs. Meanwhile, Grandpa Tristan's actions betrayed a sense of urgency as he seized his gun and made a beeline for Andre, Gladys's son. The tension in the warehouse reached a boiling point as the sounds of footsteps and whispered commands filled the air, signaling the imminent showdown that loomed on the horizon. The stakes had never been higher, and the looming threat of violence hung heavy

After the news of Grandpa Richard's passing hit the family like a storm, Ethan felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. He approached Grandpa Richard's casket with a heavy heart, whispering a silent promise to fulfill the last wish of the family patriarch. "I will do everything in my power to find Tristan and bring him to justice, dead or alive," Ethan vowed, his voice tinged with determination.As he stood by Grandpa Richard's grave, Ethan's thoughts raced with memories of happier times, contrasted sharply with the darkness that Tristan had brought into their lives. Grandpa Richard's final words echoed in Ethan's mind, fueling his resolve to see justice served. "I don't want to see his face, I just want him to suffer for his sins. Because I might become a murderer if I set my eyes on him," Grandpa Richard had confided in Ethan, passing on a burden of vengeance that now lay heavily on Ethan's shoulders.Ethan nodded solemnly, understanding the depth of Grandpa

As the woman pressed for a definitive answer, her voice echoed in the room. Grandpa Richard, who had been lying in the hospital bed, opened his eyes gradually. His feeble voice carried a hint of determination as he responded, "He wouldn't dare leave. My blood still flows in his veins, a legacy he cannot escape. I would never allow it. We are not a family that shirks its responsibilities. Unbelievable."The room fell into a stunned silence at Grandpa Richard's unexpected declaration. The significance of his words lingered in the air, as if generations of family history and values were at stake. Everyone present was taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, as if the very essence of their family's legacy hung in the balance. The mere act of Grandpa Richard opening his eyes after days of unconsciousness seemed to hold greater weight than anyone had imagined.As the words "Grandpa, uncle, father, brother-in-law" tumbled out of their mouths simultaneously, their voices laced with sho

As Ethan shared the news, a sense of relief washed over him. "They are okay, we arrested the culprit. It's possible he led them to his hideout," he stated with a gentle chuckle. His colleague expressed her satisfaction, saying, "I am excited they caught him," before they each retreated to their respective offices.Meanwhile, at the hospital, Uncle Raymond and Kingsley hurried to the ward. Upon entering, they were greeted by a surprising sight. God mum had arrived with her two children, who turned out to be Raymond's siblings. The unexpected reunion stirred emotions within, adding a twist to the already eventful day.Raymond's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he took a deep breath, feeling a pang of shame coursing through him. His mother's eyes held a certain sadness as she beckoned him closer. Overwhelmed by a wave of nostalgia, he rushed to embrace her, a flood of memories washing over him in that moment. The scene prompted a playful chuckle from Kingsley and Tai, who were wit

"Memory loss!" Marco exclaimed, his brow furrowed with concern, as he sat in the chair in front of the doctor's desk. The doctor, a young man with a kind face and a professional demeanor, nodded sympathetically. "Yes, I think it will take a while for her to recover," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "So, you have to be there to support her, and she must not be forced to regain her memories. You have to take things slowly with her," he advised, his eyes locked onto Marco's, emphasizing the importance of his words.Marco took a deep breath, running his hands through his dark hair in frustration. His eyes, a deep brown, were filled with worry and concern. He felt helpless, not knowing how to help the woman he cared about. "Alright, doctor, thanks so much," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.The doctor smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You can go to her now," he said, nodding towards the door. "But please don't disturb her until she's stabilized. The medication

Third Person POV Daniel's eyes scanned the room, his gaze settling on one of his guards who stood at attention by the door. "Guard!" Daniel barked, his voice sharp and commanding.The guard sprang into action, rushing into the room with a look of alertness on his face. "Yes, sir?" he asked, his eyes locked on Daniel's.Daniel held out his hand, his fingers snapping impatiently. "Give me your phone," he ordered, his voice firm.The guard quickly handed over his phone, and Daniel's fingers flew across the keypad as he input the number of his private investigator. The phone rang only twice before the investigator picked up."Hello?" a low, gravelly voice said on the other end of the line."Good day, sir," The investigator said, his voice smooth and confident. "Why do you call?" the investigator asked, his tone neutral.Daniel's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on the task at hand. "I have an assignment for you," he said, his voice firm. "I want you to search all the hospitals near the ai

Third person POV He floored it, driving as fast as he could, his heart racing with every passing second. The minutes ticked by like hours, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable wait, he screeched to a halt in front of the nearest hospital.Without hesitation, Marco leapt out of the car and gently lifted Jessica into his arms. He rushed towards the hospital entrance, shouting "Emergency!" at the top of his lungs.Two nurses immediately emerged from the hospital, a stretcher at the ready. They quickly and carefully transferred Jessica onto the stretcher, before rapidly wheeling her away to a nearby ward.Marco paced anxiously in the waiting area, his mind consumed by worry and fear. Some minutes later, the doctor emerged, a somber expression etched on his face."How's my wife?" Marco asked urgently, his voice trembling with emotion."The condition of your wife is a little bit critical," the doctor said, his expression serious and somber. "Sh

Jessica's hand trembled as she collected the pen from the guard. She quickly scanned the papers, her eyes blurring over the fine print. But she didn't care. She would sign away her soul if it meant saving her daughter. With a swift motion, she scribbled her signature on both papers.The man's face lit up with a triumphant smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Excellent," he murmured, his voice dripping with smugness. He turned to leave, but not before casting a parting glance at Jessica. "We are leaving here now," he announced, his voice echoing off the walls. "We are going to the airport."One of the guards reached down and dragged Jessica to her feet. She stumbled, her legs wobbly beneath her. But as she regained her balance, she swiftly removed one of the beads from her wrist and dropped it to the floor. The small, delicate bead fell with a tiny clink.******Marco and his soldiers arrived at the address Reginald had provided, their weapons at the ready. They burst into the

Third person POV Jessica's eyes flickered open, her gaze fluttering wildly as she took in her surroundings. She was met with an unfamiliar sight: cold, grey walls that seemed to close in on her, and a single, flickering light bulb that cast eerie shadows on the floor. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts disjointed, but as she struggled to sit up, a wave of panic washed over her.Where was Chloe? Her daughter was always by her side, but now she was nowhere to be found. Jessica's eyes scanned the room frantically, her heart racing with fear. She called out for Chloe, her voice hoarse from disuse, but there was no response."Who's there?" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. She called for help, screaming at the top of her lungs, but nobody came to her rescue. The silence was oppressive, a heavy weight that pressed down on her chest.After what felt like an eternity, the door finally creaked open, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell. A figure clad in a crisp, bla

Third person POV "They took her away," she said, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "They took her out of here immediately after I called you. I don't know where they took her, please... you have to help me find my mother. She's in danger," she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.As she finished speaking, she released her grip on Marco's arm and fell to her knees, overwhelmed with emotions. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her hands in her face, her body shaking tremendously with sobs.Marco quickly moved to help her, gently lifting her to her feet as he wrapped a supportive and comforting arm around her shoulders.Marco's smile was warm and reassuring as he asked, "What's your name?"Chloe sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand before replying, "Chloe."Marco's expression turned serious, his eyes filled with determination. "Don't worry, Chloe. I will find your mother, but first, you have to be safe." He glanced around, his eyes scanning the are