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The Don’s Ruin The Morning After
POV: SeraphinaPresent (Early Morning)---I woke to warmth.The kind of warmth that seeped into your bones. The kind that made you want to stay wrapped in it forever. The kind that came from another body pressed against yours. The sheets were soft beneath me. The air smelled like sweat and sex and something else—something that was just him. Candles had burned down to their wicks, their soft glow casting shadows on the walls.I opened my eyes.The chamber was dim, lit only by the soft glow of candles that had burned down to their wicks. The red silk sheets were tangled around us. The cuffs still hung from the headboard, empty now. The air smelled like sweat and sex and something else—something that was just him.Damian was still asleep.He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the other wrapped around my waist. His chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths. His face was relaxed. Peaceful. The hard lines of his jaw softened. The permanent furrow between his brows smoothed aw
The Don’s Ruin The Surrender
Dual POV: Seraphina & DamianPresent ---The stairs descended into darkness.My heels clicked against the stone, each step echoing in the narrow passage. The air grew cooler with every step, carrying the scent of leather and something else—something dark and intimate. The flickering light from below cast dancing shadows on the walls.I heard the click of footsteps behind me. Calm. Measured. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't trying to stop me.I glanced back. Damian was descending the stairs with the unhurried grace of a man who owned everything he surveyed. His hands were in his pockets. His jaw was set. His eyes were fixed on me.He wasn't ashamed anymore.He was the Don's Heir, and he was declaring this was his domain.I turned back and kept walking.---The chamber opened before me.It was larger than I'd expected. The walls were lined with tools—floggers, paddles, crops, canes, each one displayed with the precision of a collector. They hung from hooks, organized by type and size. The
The Don’s Ruin Masters Chamber
POV: SeraphinaPresent (Same Night)---The garden was quiet now.Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting silver patterns on the cobblestone. The fountain burbled softly in the corner, its water catching the light like scattered diamonds. The air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of earth and night-blooming jasmine.We'd been here for hours.Damian sat on the stone bench, his back against the wall, his eyes fixed on me. He hadn't moved in a long time. He'd just been watching. Waiting. His jaw was tight. His hands were resting on his thighs, fingers drumming once, twice, then still.I was standing by the fountain, my fingers trailing through the cool water. The silence between us was heavy with everything we hadn't said."Show me your room," I said.He didn't move. "What?""Your room." I turned to look at him. "The place that built you."His eyes flickered. Something shifted in his expression. His jaw tightened further. A muscle jumped beneath his skin."Why?""Because I wan
The Don’s Ruin The Descent
POV: Xander---The trailer was a fucking disaster.Empty bottles everywhere. Clothes strewn across the floor. The mirror above the sink was cracked—I remembered doing that. I remembered the satisfying crunch of glass, the way my fist had connected with my own reflection. The way I'd imagined it was her face.That fucking bitch.Three weeks. Three weeks since she'd walked out. Three weeks since she'd humiliated me in front of everyone. Three weeks since my career had started circling the drain.And it was all her fault."Xander!" My manager's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog. "Xander, we need you on set. Now."I didn't move. Didn't care. The whiskey was warm in my stomach, the only thing that made the rage bearable."Xander!"The trailer door burst open. Light flooded in, harsh and unforgiving. I winced, throwing an arm over my eyes."Get him up." My manager's voice was cold. "Get him in the shower."Hands grabbed me. I tried to fight them off, but I was too weak, too drunk. T
The Don’s Ruin The Cousins
POV: VivianPresent (Later That Night)---The drawing room was cold.Not the temperature—the room was warm enough, the fireplace crackling with flames that cast dancing shadows across the walls. But the air was cold. Charged. The kind of cold that came from two women who'd been watching each other for years, waiting for the right moment to strike.Liliana Blackthorn was seated in the armchair by the fire. Her dark hair was still swept into that elegant updo, her black silk dress still clinging to her curves. She looked like a queen surveying her kingdom.Vivian stood by the window, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the gardens below. The moonlight filtered through the glass, casting pale shadows across her face."Four years," Vivian said. "Four years she's been gone. And now she comes back like she owns the place.""Like she owns everything." Liliana's voice was smooth. "Including my son."Vivian turned sharply. "Your son?""Damian." Liliana smiled. "He's my son now. I've raised hi
The Don’s Ruin The Garden
POV: SeraphinaPresent (Same Night)---The foyer was still crowded.I could feel them everywhere. The Moreaus lingering near the entrance, pretending to be in conversation. The Davenports clustered around the bar, their eyes sliding toward us every few seconds. The Sinclairs hovering near the windows, pretending to admire the view.And Vivian. She was standing near the staircase, her arms crossed, her eyes burning into me with hatred so pure it was almost a physical weight.Marcus was beside her. His jaw was tight. His hands were clenched at his sides. He was watching Damian's hand on my waist like he wanted to cut it off.And Liliana. She was standing in the doorway of the drawing room, her dark hair swept into an elegant updo, her black silk dress clinging to her curves. Her smile was poison. Her eyes were glittering with malice.I could feel all of them. Their stares. Their judgments. Their hatred.But I couldn't look away from him.Damian's hand was still on my waist. His fingers
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