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Forbidden Messages

Author: Alwyn Wynter
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 16:34:36

I opened the chat and it read

Raymond: Hey little bunny, hope you got enough rest.

I don’t know why, but I found myself blushing at the message. A small, traitorous smile tugged at the corners of my lips before I could stop it. The nickname , little bunny, sent a warm flutter through my stomach. I quickly fixed my face, wiping the smile away as if someone might see it.

Stop it, Nia, I scolded myself silently. He’s your boyfriend’s father. I replied quickly, my fingers hovering uncertainly over
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  • Ruined By His Father    Under Guard

    Nia"You know who," I said, unable to keep the teasing grin off my face despite the dull ache in my back. I leaned forward just a fraction, nudging her knee with mine. "The 'walking, breathing brick wall with zero personality' you've spent the last ten minutes picking fights with.""Nia, please! I would rather throw myself into the ocean!"Jesse scoffed, practically recoiling into her velvet armchair as if the mere suggestion was toxic. She threw her hands up, exasperated."He is an oversized, stone-faced warden who confiscated my Earl Grey like it was weapons-grade plutonium! He doesn't laugh, he doesn't flirt, and he speaks in bullet points. He is strictly... security detail.""Right," I hummed softly, watching the way her eyes kept darting back toward the empty doorway where Marcus had disappeared moments ago. "Which is why you've spent the last two days finding every excuse under the sun to argue with him.""That is strictly out of survival!" Jesse insisted, crossing her arms defe

  • Ruined By His Father    Caught Blushing

    NiaThe double doors to the sunroom were cracked open, and before Raymond and I even stepped inside, the sound of boiling frustration reached us."...give it back, you oversized slab of granite, or I swear to God I will waterboard you with Earl Grey!"Raymond paused, his stride halting just outside the threshold.I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.We rounded the corner into the bright, glass-walled sunroom, and the scene unfolding before us was nothing short of a comedy sketch.Marcus stood in the center of the tiled floor, towering and entirely poker-faced, holding a delicate porcelain teapot high above his head with one hand.Down below, Jesse looked like she was vibrating with pure, unadulterated homicidal rage, standing on her tiptoes and swiping blindly at the air just inches beneath the spout."It is vintage," Marcus recited in a flat, deeply bored monotone, not even blinking as Jesse’s fingers missed the handle by a fraction of an inch."The boss specified that

  • Ruined By His Father    His Overprotective Heart

    Nia The silence in the room stretched out, heavy and fragile all at once, filled only by the ragged sound of our breathing.I looked down at the photograph lying face down on the nightstand, then back up at Raymond, who was currently looking at me with the raw, exposed vulnerability of someone waiting for the executioner's axe to fall.He had handed me the very piece of evidence that could possibly destroy him. He had given me the weapon to put him away for the rest of his life, simply because he refused to lie to me anymore."I'm not going to turn you in, Raymond," I said softly, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest.His dark eyes flicked up, searching my face as if he couldn't quite process the words."I know what you did," I continued, sliding my fingers tighter against his warm palms. "And I know how much it haunts you. But I also know you were lied to. You were manipulated by the very council that framed my father. Turning you in won't bring him back, and it won't fix the

  • Ruined By His Father    A Promise In The Dark

    NiaBed rest was the cruelest punishment anyone had ever invented.I had survived a kidnapping, a whip, a flooding warehouse, and an explosion. But nothing in all of that had prepared me for lying flat on my back in the Sinclair estate, staring at the ceiling, listening to my own heartbeat and wondering if it was loud enough to drown out the one I couldn't hear."Seventy-two hours," Dr. Sterling had said, with that calm, unarguable voice of hers."Strong heartbeat. A small bleed, which may resolve on its own. You will not stand, you will not climb, and you will not argue with me, Miss Harrington."So I didn't argue.I lay still, counted the cracks in the plaster, and waited for something to go wrong.By the second night, I knew every one of those cracks by name.The room was dark except for a thin wedge of lamplight spilling from the bathroom.My back had been cleaned and dressed, but every shift of the sheets brought a dull, hot ache across my shoulders.The cut on my arm itched bene

  • Ruined By His Father    Safe Harbour

    NiaThe front doors of the estate burst open before the SUV had even finished rolling to a stop.I was still in Raymond's arms. I had refused to let him set me down in the car, and he hadn't argued.My whole body felt wrung out and hollow, my back on fire, my ears still ringing from the blast. All I wanted was to close my eyes and stop being brave.Then I heard the scream."NIA!"Jesse came down the front steps like a bullet. Bare feet. Oversized sweater. Hair wild around her face.She didn't slow down for the guards, or the open car door, or the six-foot-two crime boss standing in her way. She hit us at full speed and threw her arms around both of us at once, and Raymond actually staggered back a step."Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, you're here, you're really here." Her words came out in a frantic rush, muffled against my shoulder."I kept thinking... I kept seeing them pull you out of that car, and I couldn't...""Jesse," I said hoarsely. "Jesse, breathe.""Don't tell me to breat

  • Ruined By His Father    Forty Yards From Hell

    Nia04:12The numbers glowed red on the wall, and every second they dropped felt like a hand pressing down on my chest.The water had reached Raymond's knees.The water was black and freezing, thick with rust and oil, and it smelled of the sea and something older underneath it—something rotten.Each time it surged, it slapped against the concrete walls with a hollow boom that traveled straight up my spine and lit the welts across my back on fire.I clenched my teeth and held on to his neck."Marcus, talk to me," Raymond barked."East bay's welded, Boss." Marcus was wading ahead of us, his rifle slung, one hand pressed to his earpiece. "Loading doors one through four, same. Viktor's team is on the north stairwell, but the sub-level is already under. They say the stairs are gone.""Gone?""Underwater. Up to the second landing."The roar from below kept growing. It was no longer a rushing sound; it was a living thing, grinding and groaning, and somewhere in the dark a pipe gave way with

  • Ruined By His Father    Morning after

    I woke up up to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the heavy hotel curtains. My body felt heavy, used in the most delicious and terrifying way. I felt a deep, unfamiliar ache pulsed between my thighs, a blunt reminder that I was no longer a virgin. My muscles were sore in places I didn

  • Ruined By His Father    Surrender

    Nia’s POV “Daniel…” I whispered breathlessly when he finally pulled back so I could grasp air. The name sounded strange even to my own ears. I pushed the thought away, it didn’t matter. He was here now, that was all that mattered. His only response was a low, brutal sound that vibrated through his

  • Ruined By His Father    Wrong room, Right fire

    Raymond's POV I stepped into the dimly lit suite, the electronic lock clicking shut behind me with a soft sound. I had just come from a tense business meeting, another late night negotiation with clan associates who thought they could test my patience. Exhaustion weighed on my shoulders, the room

  • Ruined By His Father    The perfect gift

    I adjusted the delicate strap of the red lace lingerie one last time, my fingers trembling slightly against my warm skin. The fabric was sinful, barely there, sheer in all the right places, specifically designed to drive a man wild. I spent weeks picking this exact set, imagining Daniel’s reaction w

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