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Ruin Me, Master. The Planner.
Chapter 92.The cigarette burned low between her fingers, ash threatening to fall but never quite daring to.She sat on a slow-creaking swing chair, its rusted chains groaning with each lazy sway. The room around her was shrouded in darkness, walls thick with silence and smoke. The only light came from the glowing tip of the cigarette and the occasional flicker of neon from a broken sign outside the boarded-up window.Her eyes were distant. Sharp and Cold.Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.The plan — no, her plan — wasn’t moving the way it was meant to. There were no cracks in her logic, no missteps in her precision. So why, then, did it all feel like it was slipping through her fingers like smoke?She inhaled deeply, cigarette flaring between her fingers, lips pressing around the filter like a silent threat.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She was still lost in this thoughts when she suddenly heard the loud buzz of her phone. Brrrzzzz.Her phone vibrated against the small t
Ruin Me, Master. Anything To Get Her Back.
Chapter 91.Jasmine lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The soft afternoon light bled through the curtains, warming the room in streaks of gold. Her room. Her bed. Her home. Oh! It has been a whole fucking month without it. And only a day since she left the hospital and arrived here. She should’ve felt peace.She should’ve felt relief, gratitude, and maybe something deeper. But all she felt was the dull ache of illness… and him.Jerald. His name lived in her, like a wound that wouldn’t close.The pillow beneath her felt too soft. The room too quiet. Her body was weak, trembling with exhaustion, but her mind wouldn’t rest. Not when thoughts of him circled endlessly in her head, like shadows that refused to break with the light.She should hate him.She should be furious. Should be disgusted. Should want to erase him from her memory forever.But she didn’t. She couldn't. She just felt… sorry.Sorry for him—for everything he had endured.And even more sorry for herself.Bec
Ruin Me, Master. The Result Of Her Absence.
Chapter 90.The long mahogany table stretched across the room like a river of power, its glossy surface reflecting the low golden lights that hung overhead.Men sat on either side of it—capos, underbosses, lieutenants—each one armed in silence, waiting for the one man who sat at the very head.Jerald Deluca. Sicily most ruthless. He was still, unmoving, the black of his suit blending into the leather of his chair. A glass of untouched whiskey sat near his right hand. His left thumb dragged slowly across the side of the glass, round and round, like he was trying to erase time.Voices filled the room, heavy with business.“We’ve already taken over the Valencia port,” one of the capos said. “But the Spanish want more control. They’re pushing for a thirty percent cut of the shipment.”“That’s not going to happen,” another voice said. “They don’t get to make demands. We’re doing the transport, not them.”“The Irish are also asking for an arms exchange,” someone added. “They want fifteen c
Ruin Me, Master. A Life For Her Pain.
Chapter 89.The car sped through the city, its tires humming a violent rhythm beneath the chassis. Jerald gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles lost color, white against the leather, as though strangling the very thing that kept him moving.But it wasn’t the road he saw.It was her. It was Jasmine’s face—drawn, breathless, and trembling beneath his hands.His own hands.Hell! He cursed under his breath, the memory of her choked whisper—“It’s me… Jasmine”—sinking into his soul like a dagger dipped in poison.He hadn’t even realized it. That he had lost it. He hadn’t even known what he was doing until her voice cracked against the air and shattered something inside him. And then he saw the bruises. His fingerprints around her throat, strangling her. That was when guilt clamped its fangs into his chest and hadn’t let go since.The more he remembered, the more sick he felt.He had almost… broken her. His fragile orphan. His cupcake.The thought made bile rise in his throat.
Ruin Me, Master. Dark, Dangerous Obsession.
Chapter 88.“I still don't want you.”Jasmine said, not sparing him a glance. And that. That made something snap inside of Jerald. His lips curled gently, then a loud scoff tore past his lips.“You think I care about your opinion?”The word dropped in like a bomb his expression changing immediately.Jasmine glared at him, a hint of fear crawling at her insides. The psychopath side of him was coming to the surface.The Manhor part of him.She had heard this about him—during the research and the few pieces of information the investigation had yielded. She had learned that when he desired something badly, he claimed it. Even if it meant burning down the entire world to have it. If he didn't want nothing then he didn't want it. But if he wanted something then he would possess every inch of that stuff. Including humans. A flicker of fear flashed across her eyes, but she kept her composure, masking her fear with her confidence.His hand moved, knuckles trailing against her cheeks. His li
Ruin Me, Master. Painful Love.
Chapter 87. Jerald’s hand held onto that of Jasmine, who was laid on the bed, unconscious.“She has a brain tumor.”The words echoed against his ear, sharp and biting.His fingers wrapped around hers into his. The pain slammed at his chest. He had paid for her surgery, but asked the doctors to keep it away from her.But the pain of knowing she was in pain alone broke him. So all this week that she had stayed by his side, enduring the pain of knowing her life was at the brim—and the pain of the tumor whenever it came—yet he didn’t know.So all those times that she fainted, all of those times that she suffered, it was because she had a brain tumor.Now he has it.Being his submissive was an option she considered for her health. Not for revenge. Not for anything—but because she wanted to live?Jerald’s jaw clamped.Oh! His poor orphan. She must have really gone through a lot of pain. All thanks to his father, she didn’t get to enjoy life with her parents.But what could he say? He was y
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