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RUIN ME. ENEMY DADDY
DISCLAIMER
Dearest Gentle Reader,
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.
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Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Lanee. All rights reserved.
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TRIGGER WARNINGS
Let me be very clear with you before you turn to another page.
This book contains content that some readers may find deeply distressing. I am not writing this warning to scare you away. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives inside these pages. This is not a soft romance. This is not a love story that plays it safe. Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises.
Please read the following carefully.
- Strong language
- Explicit sexual content
- Violence and graphic scenes
- Murder and assassination
- Torture
- Emotional abuse and manipulation
- Coercion and obsessive behavior
- Moral ambiguity
- Betrayal
- Forced proximity and captivity
- Death of loved ones
This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.
Please take care of yourself while reading. It is okay to put the book down, to step away, breathe, and come back only when you are ready. If you choose not to come back at all, I understand that too. Your mental health and your comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.
This book is strictly for readers 18 and above. You have been warned, darling. What happens next is on you.
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POINT OF VIEW
This story is written in dual first-person POV. You will live primarily inside Sofia’s head because that is where the real war is fought. Alessio’s perspective will shift in when the emotional weight of the story demands it and not a moment before. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you lost.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you all genuinely. Out of everything you could be reading right now, you chose this. That is not something I take lightly.
This story asked a lot of me to write and I hope it asks something of you to read. Leave your thoughts in the comments. Every review, every reaction, every message keeps me going on the days the words refuse to come. I read everything and I appreciate every single one of you more than I know how to say.
Now go meet Sofia pookies.
With much love,
Ivy Lanee
XOXO 🌹
THE WITCH’S TRUTHALESSIO POVThe cell is so cold.I’ve been here for hours, ,maybe even a dayDamn, it’s hard to tell without windows.How can someone live like this??Treating humans as animals. I regret ever coming through this family.Other guys out there have normal lives.Here I am being chained like a bear waiting to be killed and eaten.At least they'll season the bear for it to be delicious. But me??I'll most likely be thrown away like a dead man who they want to be forgotten from the existence of the world.My wrists bleed where the shackles. Right now, physical pain is nothing compared to the images in my head.Sofia.God, Sofia.What is he doing to her right now?I close my eyes. Try to picture her smile.“My sweet Sofia,” I whisper to the darkness. “Where are you?”I see her face. Those honey eyes that looked at me anytime she tries making that puppy face of hers.Her lips. Gosh, I miss her lips.I miss my baby– “I miss your smile,” I say to the empty cell. “I literall
THE WITCHSOFIA POVSoldiers flood through the door.It felt like a swarm of bees entering their bee hives.They all wore black tactical gear. Automatic rifles and had red laser sights in the dusty air.Alessio shoves me behind him. It was kinda hot.“Stay back!” he shouts.Oouu- my sexy man is at it AGAIN. You know, even in the middle of this crisis, I try to be calm even though I am fucking panicking inside.The first soldier reaches us. Alessio moves fast and grabs the rifle barrel. Twists and boom, the man screams.Suddenly, his finger breaks.“Ah, in your face bitch.” I couldn't hold the excitement and laughter I felt.Alessio rips the gun away. Start shooting.It was low-key giving Call of Duty. Just that in this case we were the targets.Two soldiers drop.Then five more are on him.They slam him against the wall. He fights back but there’s too much.A rifle butt to his wounded shoulder. He screams out. Drops to one knee.“NO!!!” I scream.I ran towards him. Out of nowhere,
BORROWED TIMESOFIA POVMorning light shines through the windows.I woke up sore everywhere. Oh well, at least we're alive.Alessio’s beside me. Still sleeping. His face is peaceful for once. No tension. No rage.Seeing him sleep like a baby beside me makes my heart smile.Just him.I looked at the scars on his body. Each one a story of survival. My strong, sexy man.Oouuu…what a fine motherfucker.My hand traces down his stomach. Lower.He’s hard. Morning wood.I couldn't help but smile.Oh well, since we're both together and he's hard and…. we're alone…I might as well take charge again right??Gosh Sofia, you horny bastard…I grinned as I thought to myself.I’ve always let him lead, always let him take control. Yunno be Daddy.I mean….as he should.But right now, in this quiet moment, I want something different.I want him.I swing my leg over. Straddle him. He hasn't woken up yet.Slowly, I guided him inside. Sink down inch by inch.He fills me perfectly.His eyes flutter open.
SANCTUARYSOFIA POVThe truck runs out of gas twenty miles from the compound.We're stranded in the middle of nowhere. Jungle on all sides.Great.Just great.“FUCK!!!.” I fucking hate my life.“Now what?” I ask.Alessio looks pale.Literally sweating. His shoulder was bleeding through the bandage again.Damn.“I guess we could just walk.”Yeah, I agree.“You can barely stand babe.”“Mmm…babe”Urggh…stop it.I should stop what?. He said, smirking.“Boy!! Get your ass up.”Uhm I love it when you're feisty.“Of course you do.” I rolled my eyes but could see myself blushing.He opens his door. Stumbles out.I follow. My leg, oh my my poor sweet leg. I could literally see the bullet hole. We walk. Or limp. Or drag each other. I lose track.You get the gist though right?.The sun’s setting when we see it.We saw a house. Small. Wooden. Abandoned maybe. Overgrown with vines.“There,” Alessio says.We stumble to the door. It’s unlocked. Inside smells so freaking awful.But there’s a bed. R
THE SIEGE SOFIA POVGianna’s dying.I can see her through the cracked wall. Slumped against the post. Blood spread across her shirt.Shit.Fifty minutes until Viktor attacks.“We have to get her,” I say.“That’s what he wants.” Nikolai reinforces a window with broken wood. “You go out there, you’re dead.”“How convenient.”“She’s bleeding out.”“She betrayed us.”“She’s my cousin.”Alessio touches my shoulder. “We can’t save her right now. But if we survive, maybe we get a chance.”“Maybe isn’t good enough.”“You don't even sound confident about this situation.”“That's all we have.”I look back at Gianna. She lifts her head. Our eyes meet.She mouths something. “I’m sorry.”Then her head drops._ _ _ _ _ GIANNA POVEverything hurts.The bullet shattered my shoulder. Can’t move my arm.Blood everywhere. Never knew this is how it felt to be shot.Viktor’s men patrol past. Laughing. Smoking. Forty of them. Maybe more.Dickheads.Sofia has three guns. No chance.They’re going to die b
THE TRUTHSOFIA POVThe compound is a graveyard.Broken glass. Bullet holes in walls. Dried blood on concrete.“Well this is disturbing.”“Cartel safe house,” Nikolai says. “Abandoned five years ago.”We barricade the entrance with metal shelves. Alessio helps but moves slowly. Still weak from the infection.Gianna stands at a window. Staring at nothing.“How long until Viktor finds us?” I ask.“An hour. Maybe less.” Nikolai checks his gun. “We have three weapons. Limited ammo.”“Against fifty men.”“Yeah.”Gianna turns from the window. “We need to talk. Now.”“Later,” Nikolai says. “First we..”“NO.” Her voice cracks. “You need to see this before Viktor gets here. Before it’s too late.”She pulls out the burner phone. Open a video. “I should’ve shown you days ago. But I was scared and stupid and..” She stops. “Just watch.”She presses play._ _ _ _ _ _ The video is old. Security footage. Two men in an office.Viktor. Younger. Maybe twenty years ago.The other is my father.My dead f
FREEFALLSOFIA POVThe missile hits.Not the helicopter. The building beside us.Explosion. Heat. The blast wave throws us sideways.“HOLD ON!” the pilot screams.We spin. Metal groans. Alarms shriek.Alessio crushes me against his chest. His body is a shield.The helicopter drops. Fast. Sickening.
THE HARBORSOFIA POVI couldn’t sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I see Luca’s face when he touches my neck. The way he looked at the mark Alessio left.He knows something. I’m sure of it.The tracker is in my purse. Small. Black. Innocent-looking.Tomorrow night I will betray my family.My phone
THE SAFE HOUSESOFIA POVAlessio’s dying.The bullet passed through his shoulder, but he’s lost too much blood. Shallow breathing.“Stay with me please,” I whispered.“This can't be happening.” Alessio please.We have been at Enzo’s boat for six hours. Mexico’s coastline finally appears through the
THE FATHERSOFIA POVI wake up in silk sheets.Not a cage. Not a basement.Silk sheets. In a bedroom that costs more than my entire life.Strange, I guess. My head pounds. Throat burns from the gas. But I’m not hurt.I sit up. The room spins.From the floor-to-ceiling windows show a city skyline.







