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Chapter Twenty-Three: Underneath the Surface
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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
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Breaking Point
Amelia’s POVThe soft, golden light of dawn slipped through the curtains and painted the room in warm hues, casting long shadows that seemed to dance slowly across the floor. For a fleeting moment, the world felt gentle — quieter than I’d expected after the storm Dominic and I had ignited the night before. I lay still beside him, tracing the rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing anchoring me in the present. It was the kind of peace I hadn’t realized I’d been craving, the fragile calm that follows the chaos of a long battle.But beneath the surface of that quiet moment, my mind was anything but calm. It churned with doubts, fears, and questions that refused to be silenced.Dominic had let me inside the fortress of his life — a place no one else had breached. He had peeled back layers of anger, pain, and control to show me the man underneath, and it scared me in ways I couldn’t fully understand. His scars were more than skin deep; they were etched into his soul,
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Eighty-Seven: Beneath the Surface
Dominic’s POVI never thought I’d be the kind of man to let someone inside. Vulnerable, exposed, stripped down beyond the armor of money and power. Yet here I was — standing in the quiet aftermath of the storm Amelia and I had ignited, feeling the weight of every touch, every whispered word that lingered on my skin like fire.The city below us was a sprawling kingdom of lights and shadows, but none of it mattered now. All that mattered was her — Amelia, with her fierce spirit and quiet strength that kept breaking through my defenses. She wasn’t just my brother’s little sister anymore. She was something else. Dangerous. Necessary.I paced the penthouse floor, hands running through my hair, trying to make sense of the chaos she’d unleashed in me. For years, I had buried my demons deep, locking away the past that clawed at my sanity. But with her, those walls felt like they were crumbling, piece by piece, revealing scars I never thought anyone deserved to see.Her voice echoed in my mind
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Eighty-Six: Crossing the Line
Amelia’s POVI didn’t want to come here tonight. Honestly, I should have stayed in my apartment, hidden away from the chaos of Dominic’s world and the storm raging inside me. But something pulled me back — that fragile thread of hope we’d spun yesterday, the promise that maybe we could be broken together instead of alone.The elevator ride up to his penthouse felt endless, my heart pounding louder with every floor. I kept my hands clenched tightly in front of me, trying to tame the rush of nerves that felt like a wild tide threatening to drag me under. When the doors slid open, the soft hum of the city below was swallowed by the quiet tension inside.Dominic was already there, pacing near the floor-to-ceiling window, silhouetted against the glowing skyline. His broad shoulders were tense, jaw clenched tight like he was holding back something fierce. But when his eyes landed on me, the hardness that usually cut like a blade softened, if only for a flicker.“Amelia,” he said quietly, vo
Ruin Me, Blackwood Chapter Eighty-Five: Unraveled Threads
Dominic’s POVThe morning light crept through the blinds, casting thin stripes of gold across the dark mahogany desk where I sat, nursing the cold remains of my coffee. The city was waking up outside my window, but inside the penthouse, a quiet storm was brewing — one I had no intention of hiding from any longer.Last night’s confession to Amelia lingered heavy in my mind. I was a man who controlled everything — markets, meetings, people — but when it came to her, control slipped through my fingers like sand. She had unraveled threads I didn’t even realize were loose, exposing raw edges of pain and vulnerability I usually locked away deep inside.I glanced at my phone. Two missed calls. One text. From Amelia.“Are you okay?”Simple words, but loaded. It wasn’t just concern — it was the fragile, tender connection we were building amid the chaos. And yet, beneath that concern, I sensed hesitation. There was so much left unsaid, so many walls still standing between us.I tapped out a rep
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