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Chapter Forty-One: Aftershock
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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
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
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