LOGINAmelia Carter never expected her life to collide with Dominic Blackwood — the grumpy billionaire, ruthless CEO, and her brother’s best friend. Once the carefree boy who teased her like a little sister, Dominic has become a man shrouded in power, secrets, and a dangerous edge she can’t ignore. Desperate for a fresh start, Amelia takes a job as Dominic’s executive assistant, stepping into a world of high stakes and cold luxury. But working for Dominic is a battle of wills—he’s as demanding as he is infuriating, pushing her to her limits with biting comments and piercing gazes that stir something deep within her. As days turn into nights and business bleeds into temptation, the line between professional and personal blurs. Beneath Dominic’s gruff exterior lies a storm of pain and passion, and Amelia soon discovers that the man she thought she knew is far more complex—and broken—than she ever imagined. Their connection ignites into a fierce, unrelenting fire, forcing Amelia to confront her own desires and the dark past Dominic hides. But loving Dominic Blackwood comes at a price, and surrendering to him could ruin them both. In a world of power, secrets, and shattered trust, can Amelia break through Dominic’s walls without losing herself? Or will their love destroy everything in its wake? Ruin Me, Blackwood is a dark, steamy modern romance of forbidden passion, emotional scars, and the fierce battle to find redemption in the arms of a man who refuses to be tamed.
View MoreDominic’s POVIt should’ve been easy.Holding her. Watching her sleep. Letting the rhythm of her breathing calm the chaos in my chest.But nothing about Amelia had ever been easy. Not since the day she barged into my life with that sharp tongue, those fire-lit eyes, and a presence that unsettled the carefully structured world I’d built brick by goddamn brick.And now she was in my bed, her scent on my sheets, her skin still warm from the night before.But I couldn’t sleep.Because now… I wanted her. Not just in the way I’d always wanted her—rough, fast, mouthy, dangerous—but all of her. Her mornings. Her moods. Her silences. Her damn coffee orders. Everything.It was like craving a storm and realizing I’d already stepped into the eye of it.She stirred beside me, lips parted slightly, hair wild across the pillow. I reached over, brushing a strand from her cheek with a touch that felt too gentle for someone like me. And she leaned into it in her sleep.Fuck.I was in deep.Too deep.An
Amelia’s POVI woke up to the sound of silence—a silence so thick it pressed against my skin like a second blanket. The kind of quiet that only came after something seismic. After truths were laid bare and hearts cracked open just enough to let the other in.His arm was heavy around my waist, his chest warm against my back, the slow rhythm of his breathing lulling me into stillness. I should’ve gotten up. Slipped out before the sun finished rising and this became real. But instead, I stayed. I let myself pretend.Pretend that last night hadn’t changed everything. Pretend that I wasn’t terrified.Dominic stirred behind me, the soft rustle of sheets followed by a groggy breath against my shoulder. His fingers flexed against my hip like he was grounding himself, like he needed to be sure I was still there.“You’re still here,” he said, voice gravelly and half-asleep.“I know,” I whispered.He shifted slightly so he could see me, his eyes barely open but already watching, already calculat
Dominic’s POVShe was still here.Every part of me expected her to run after what I said—hell, after what I didn’t say. I could barely look her in the eye without feeling the weight of every unspoken word between us. But Amelia wasn’t like anyone I’d ever known. She didn’t flinch from the heat. She stepped into it, stubborn and brave and beautifully reckless.And that scared the shit out of me.I leaned against the wall near the window, watching the way the city lights glowed behind her silhouette. She looked soft in the amber hue of the bedroom lamp, her arms crossed like she was shielding herself from me. Or from the truth.And I couldn’t blame her.There were so many things I couldn’t say. Things I kept locked behind my ribs because if I let them out, they’d ruin us both. But not saying them—pretending like I didn’t care—was killing me too.“I shouldn’t have let that happen,” I muttered, voice low and hoarse.She turned to look at me, her brow furrowed. “Which part?”My jaw clenche
Amelia’s POVThe silence in Dominic’s apartment was the kind that settled into your bones and made itself at home. Not peaceful. Not comforting. But heavy—like the moments before a storm, when the sky is holding its breath.I sat on the edge of the massive bed in his bedroom, the same place where so much had happened between us—fights, confessions, desire, regret—and stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city like a painting. Night had fallen, but the lights outside were still trying to outshine the darkness. I wasn’t sure if they were winning.My body was still sore from everything—our argument, his touch, my own guilt. My thoughts looped like a broken record, skipping between the things I should’ve said and the things I never should’ve felt in the first place.Dominic was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of something strong. I could hear the clink of the bottle against the rim. It was the only sound in the apartment.I knew I should leave.But I couldn’t.No
Dominic’s POV I told myself I wouldn't go. I tried to lie in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, counting the shadows as they stretched across my walls like ghosts I couldn’t shake. The city was quiet — deceptively calm — and my mind was anything but. Her laugh echoed in my ears. The feel of her han
Amelia’s POVI couldn’t sleep.I had tried. I’d gone through the motions—brushed my teeth, slipped into one of Dominic’s soft cotton shirts that still smelled like him, turned off the lights, even curled under the duvet like it could protect me from everything I was feeling. But it was useless.The
Dominic’s POVControl.It was the one thing I’d always clung to.In business, in life, in the way I built walls so fucking high no one could scale them. Every decision calculated. Every move a step ahead of the fallout. I wasn’t reckless. I didn’t gamble on things I couldn’t control.And yet — here
Amelia’s POVI barely made it back to my office before my hands started shaking.Not from fear. Not exactly.From something else.A mixture of adrenaline, anger… and something darker I wasn’t ready to name.I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it for a second, my heart pounding like I
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