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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Beneath the Surface
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Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Four: The Cost of Almost
Amelia’s POVI didn’t sleep.Even as the skyline glittered beyond the windows of Dominic’s penthouse, and the hum of the city softened beneath layers of glass and steel, my body refused to rest. He had fallen asleep hours ago, sprawled across the massive bed with one hand extended toward where I lay — like he was reaching even in sleep.I stared at the ceiling, arms folded over my chest, heart thudding with every unanswered question.What were we doing?What was I doing?I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him so badly it made my bones ache. When he looked at me with those storm-dark eyes, so full of remorse, of broken promises still clinging to his tongue—I believed he meant it. I always did.But meaning something didn’t make it real.I turned my head to face him. He looked peaceful like this, without all the pressure and power weighing on his shoulders. The hard lines of his jaw had softened. His brow, usually furrowed with control, was smooth. Vulnerable. Human.And y
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Three: Fracture Lines
Dominic’s POVThe silence between us had never felt so loud.Amelia had barely spoken since we left her apartment, and now, as we sat in the back of the blacked-out SUV crawling through the city, I could feel every unspoken word clinging to the air like static. She stared out the window, arms crossed, legs tucked beneath her like she was protecting herself—from me.And maybe she should.My jaw clenched as I looked at her profile. The way her bottom lip jutted out in that stubborn little pout. The way her hair fell like a curtain, hiding the expression I couldn’t read anymore. It should’ve been easier—she was supposed to hate me. After everything I’d done. After how many times I pushed her away and pulled her back in. But she didn’t look angry.She looked… tired.And somehow, that was worse.“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said, my voice low. Raw. Like dragging glass across my throat.She didn’t turn to me. “I know.”Two words. No emotion. And yet it sliced through me like a blade.I le
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Two: Crush
Amelia’s POVI didn’t expect him to let me in like that.Dominic Blackwood—my brother’s best friend, the man who could command an entire boardroom with a single glance, who barely let anyone see past the cold steel exterior—had just held me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.And he didn’t let go.Even now, as I stood in his kitchen hours later sipping the coffee I’d somehow managed not to spill with my still-shaking hands, I could feel the echo of his confession pulsing through me.“I don’t want to lose you.”That was the first time he’d said something that bare. That vulnerable.And the weight of it crushed me—in the best way. Because I knew how hard that was for him. Every inch of Dominic was carefully crafted, every emotion locked down behind high walls and tighter jawlines. But last night… he’d cracked open. He’d chosen me to see it.And now, I didn’t know what to do with all that emotion except feel it. Let it root into my chest like something dangerous and permanent
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-One: Friction
Dominic’s POVThe night hadn't quieted the chaos in my chest. Even with Amelia asleep in the other room, her soft breaths carrying through the crack of her bedroom door, I couldn't find stillness. My hand ran through my hair for the hundredth time, the strands already mussed from a day that unraveled everything I’d tried to hold together.She had no idea what she’d done to me. What she was still doing to me.I stood by the window, watching the city's lights flicker like dying stars. Beneath my tailored suits, calculated words, and brutal control—I was unravelling. No business deal, no fight, no amount of force could’ve prepared me for this kind of vulnerability. For her.There was a rawness to Amelia that stripped me of all my armor. She saw too much. She always had.And yet, I couldn’t stay away.The feel of her hand on mine earlier tonight still haunted me. She hadn’t recoiled. She’d held on. Even after I told her I didn’t know how to stop hurting her, she stayed. She chose to.That
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety: Breaking Walls
Amelia’s POVThe apartment was swallowed in darkness when we finally stepped inside, save for the faint amber glow leaking through the blinds—city lights struggling to keep the shadows at bay. I paused at the door, the weight of the night pressing down on me like an invisible shroud, thick and suffocating. The air smelled faintly of leather and something else—Dominic. It clung to him like a second skin, the scent of power mixed with a dangerous undercurrent I could never quite name.He moved ahead of me, methodical and silent, the tension in his broad shoulders as palpable as the storm raging inside his eyes. The man who commanded boardrooms and controlled empires now seemed like a caged animal pacing restlessly in a gilded cage. Watching him unravel in these rare, quiet moments was both mesmerizing and terrifying.I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling raw and exposed beneath the weight of everything unsaid. The night air, heavy with secrets and half-formed confessions, hung betw
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Edge of Control
Dominic’s POVThe city lights stretched ahead like burning veins pulsing through the dark, a restless river of fire beneath the wheels of my car. Night’s cool breath pressed against the sleek black windows, making the glass slightly misted. I gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, my muscles taut, jaw clenched so hard it ached—a constant reminder of the war raging inside me. The car moved through the quiet streets, but inside, I was anything but calm.Amelia sat beside me, her presence both a balm and a brand on my skin. She was quiet, eyes fixed out the window, but I could feel the tension radiating from her, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap. The silence between us was heavy, thick enough to choke on, yet filled with everything we couldn’t say.Her words from earlier — “We’ll figure it out. Together.” — kept echoing in my mind, but they felt fragile, tentative, like a promise whispered in a storm. Could we really navigate this? Could I let her into the for
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