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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Beneath the Surface
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Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter One Hundred: Crossroads
Amelia’s POVThe soft glow of Dominic’s message blinked insistently on my phone screen as I lay in the darkened silence of my apartment. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the words. Too late. Simple. Cold. Yet somehow, weighted with so much meaning.Was it really too late?I curled into the familiar ache settling deep in my chest. For weeks now, I’d been walking a tightrope between desire and doubt, between hope and the harsh reality of everything Dominic Blackwood represented. He was a man built of contradictions — ruthless and vulnerable, commanding yet uncertain, the kind of man who could make you feel like the only person in the world one moment and then push you so far away the next, you weren’t sure if he’d ever let you in again.I swallowed hard and let the phone slip from my fingers onto the bed beside me. The silence that followed was deafening. My mind raced through memories — the way he’d looked at me during that last meeting, how his jaw had tightened every time I challeng
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Nine: All the Things I Shouldn’t Feel
Dominic’s POVShe left her coffee cup in the sink, her hair still damp from the shower, wearing that soft green sweater that somehow made her look both fragile and untouchable. She smiled at me before heading out the door like she hadn’t just completely upended my world.Like last night hadn’t meant something.But it had. It meant everything.The second the door clicked shut behind her, the silence came crashing in. Loud. Suffocating. Heavy in a way that hit straight in the chest.I leaned on the edge of the counter, staring at the doorway like she might walk back through it if I stayed still long enough. She wouldn’t, though. Because she trusted me now. Trusted me not to run, not to lash out, not to push her away again. And that trust was a fucking weight I didn’t know how to carry.I had no blueprint for this—whatever this was. No manual on how to let someone in when I’d spent years locking every door inside me shut.And still... she’d slipped in.Amelia had waltzed into my world wi
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Way He Looks at Me
Amelia’s POVI woke up before the sun, the early light just beginning to stretch through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the sheets. The air was warm and still, and for a moment, I didn’t move. I stayed curled in the same spot I’d fallen asleep—wrapped in Dominic’s arms, my cheek resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.It felt safe here. Real. Like the kind of moment you hold your breath in, afraid to break the spell.But then reality started to creep back in, curling under the doorframe, whispering all the reasons this shouldn't feel like home.He stirred beneath me. His hand moved slowly across my back, as though he was trying to remind himself I was still there, and I felt the tension return to his body as he woke.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough with sleep.“Yeah,” I whispered. I didn’t move away.“Me too.”I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest so I could see his face. His hair was a mess, eyes darker than usual in t
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Seven: Fractures and Fire
Dominic’s POVThe silence in the apartment was deafening. Thick. Suffocating.I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter, staring at the untouched glass of whiskey I’d poured over an hour ago. The ice had melted, watering down the fire I thought I wanted. But I didn’t want the drink. I wanted her.I wanted Amelia.I’d spent the last few hours in the dark with only the hum of the refrigerator and my own guilt to keep me company. Guilt for pushing her, for needing her, for not knowing how to love her without breaking her in the process. Every time I got close, something inside me recoiled—like love was a threat I couldn’t outmaneuver.And I hated that.I hated myself.I pushed away from the counter and ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my body coiling tighter with each passing minute. She was in my bed. Sleeping, maybe. Hating me, probably. And I deserved it.I padded through the apartment barefoot, the weight of what I’d done following me down the hall. My fing
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Six: I Want to Believe Him
Amelia’s POV I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the windows — soft and rhythmic, like a memory trying to crawl back into my chest. His arms were still around me. Not in the accidental, half-asleep kind of way. But the kind where every inch of him was pressed against me like he was afraid I’d disappear in the space between blinks. And maybe he should have been. Because that’s what I’d planned, wasn’t it? To go. To walk away before the damage became permanent. Before my love for him left me hollow. But then he whispered it. I love you. And now I was stuck in the limbo between wanting to believe him and knowing I probably shouldn’t. I kept my eyes closed, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. He was warm. Solid. Real in all the ways that had always made it hard for me to stay mad at him for long. But real didn’t mean safe. Real didn’t mean enough. Dominic Blackwood was the kind of man who could destroy a woman just by staying. Not by being
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Ninety-Five: All the Ways I Break Without You
Dominic’s POV I used to think the silence was safe. When you grow up the way I did — all walls and ice, no softness, no room to feel — you learn to worship silence. You convince yourself it’s strength. That if you don’t say it, don’t name it, don’t feel it, then it can’t be used against you. Can’t be turned into a weapon by someone who’s just close enough to cut you open. But then Amelia walked into my world, and suddenly silence became the most dangerous thing in the room. She was asleep now — finally. Curled into my chest like she trusted me again. Like I hadn’t been the one to wreck every fragile thread of whatever we were building. She didn’t cry this time. Not when she told me what she needed. Not when she said she couldn’t keep bleeding for someone who didn’t know how to stop making her bleed. And I hadn’t said a word. Not because I didn’t have anything to say — but because I had too much. It was like standing in the eye of a storm and knowing if I opened my mouth, everyt
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