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

Daniel's voice was laced with a mix of fear and unease as he continued to explain the events that had unfolded. "She had been working for Reginald for like three years," he said, his eyes fixed on Jackson's intense gaze. "It was when they were looking for a donor and none of the blood matches worked for Pamela that Reginald was contacted."Jackson's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "How did Reginald know that Jessica's blood was a match for Pamela?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Daniel swallowed hard before responding. "I asked Reginald the same question," he said, his voice hesitant. "He told me that before accepting any maids into his household, he requires them to undergo a thorough medical checkup and provide all relevant documents."Jackson's eyes widened in surprise, his expression darkening with anger. "And that's how he found out about Jessica's blood type?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.Daniel nodded, his eyes fixed on Jackson's furious face. "Yes

Jackson's car screeched to a halt in front of Daniel's house, the tires skidding on the pavement as he slammed on the brakes. He threw open the car door, the metal creaking in protest as he slammed it shut behind him. His eyes blazed with anger, the red rims a testament to his fury.With a fierce stride, Jackson stormed towards the house, his footsteps heavy with menace. He burst through the front door, the sound echoing through the hallway like a thunderclap. "Where are you, Daniel?" he bellowed, his voice dripping with venom as he glared around the empty room.Without waiting for a response, Jackson charged down the hallway, his anger-fueled momentum carrying him towards Daniel's room. He flung open the door, the wood creaking in protest as he strode inside.Daniel sat calmly in a chair, his eyes fixed on Jackson as he entered. Jackson's gaze locked onto him, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're going to pay for being stupid" Jackson snarled, his voice low and menacing.Jackson's fi

Jessica sat comfortably in the long chair, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Marco approached her from outside, his footsteps light and gentle, careful not to startle her. He snuck up behind her, a sly grin spreading across his face.With a playful flourish, Marco covered Jessica's eyes with his hands. "Guess who," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.Jessica's lips curved into a smile as she tilted her head. "Marco," she replied, her voice confident.Marco's hands dropped away from her eyes, and he moved to the other side of the chair, a look of surprise on his face. "How did you know it was me?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.Jessica's smile deepened, and Marco leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle kiss."How can I not recognize my husband's voice?" Jessica asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Marco's face lit up with a warm smile. "That's true," he said, his voice filled with affection.Just then, Alex walked in, his expression profes

Alex, dressed in his crisp military uniform, led a contingent of soldiers to the Jackson Division. As they approached the building, they were met by a group of soldiers standing guard outside. The guards' eyes scanned Alex's uniform, and upon recognizing the insignia, they nodded respectfully and stepped aside, allowing Alex and his team to enter the building.Once inside, Alex approached the soldier securing the entrance and announced, "I need to see the general in charge." The soldier's expression turned serious, and he nodded curtly before picking up the phone to make a call.As they waited, Alex's eyes scanned the area, taking in the bustling activity of the division. Soldiers hurried past, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the smell of polished leather and the hum of machinery.The soldier securing the entrance dropped the phone from his ear and turned to Alex. "This way, sir," he said, his voice firm and respectful. With a nod, he gestured for Alex to

Marco gently helped Jessica rest her back against the wall, plumping up the pillows to support her fragile frame. "I'll be back in no time," he said, his voice soft and reassuring, as he began to rise from his seat.But Jessica's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, holding him back. Her eyes, cloudy with a mix of exhaustion and longing, locked onto Marco's, pleading with him. "Please, I want to see my daughter," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "Can you bring her to me, or take me to her?"Marco's heart twisted at the desperation in her voice, and he felt a pang of guilt for not being able to reunite her with Chloe sooner. He sat back down, taking Jessica's hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle grasp. "I'll see what I can do," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But for now, you need to rest."As Marco stepped out of the room, Alex fell into step beside him, flanked by a pair of heavily armed soldiers. "Sir, we have a situat

Marco stood tall on the hospital rooftop, the cool evening breeze whipping through his hair as he gazed out at the twinkling city lights below. Jessica was cradled securely in his arms, her fragile form swaddled in a hospital blanket. He checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his eyes scanning the horizon for the helicopter that was supposed to arrive any minute.The sound of Alex's urgent voice still echoed in his mind, "Daniel's boys are around, we need to get Jessica out of here, now." Marco's instincts had kicked in, and he had swiftly made his way to the rooftop, Jessica in tow.As Jessica's eyes flickered open, Marco's gaze snapped back to hers, his expression softening. She looked up at him, confusion etched on her pale face, and Marco's heart went out to her. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice weak but laced with worry. "Why are we here?"Marco took a deep breath, trying to reassure her. "You're finally awake," he said, a gentle smile spreading across hi