All Chapters of Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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91|A ride

Alaric pov Trigger warning: This chapter contains suicide-related content. “Why do you think people would rather choose to die than live?” I asked, my eyes fluttering shut as I mindlessly drummed my fingers on the seat. “I don’t know, Alaric. I don’t freaking know! Probably the same reason you thought it was a great idea to make your therapist your damn driver!” Adam snapped from the driver’s seat, his voice thick with frustration. “I should’ve known something was off when you said I should tag along for this party. Ha! I should’ve known I was just your chauffeur.” The corner of my lips curved at his words, but I ignored him and continued. “What kind of hell do you think someone has to go through to reach the point where they decide to take their own life? I mean…” I paused the motion of my fingers and reached up to stroke my chin in thought. “Taking your own life isn’t easy and definitely not for the faint-hearted. But to reach that place where living no longer feels worth it…

Last Updated : 2025-06-19

92|Fuck you like you deserve.

Isla pov This man… I wasn’t even sure how to describe Alaric right now, but if there was one word for it, it would be shameless. Shameless because as he drove down the road, his hand rested on my thigh, right on the slit that ran from my inner left thigh down to my leg. My body tensed, reacting just like it always did around him, especially as he casually began rubbing his large hand along my skin. The fact that he didn’t even glance at me, his eyes fixed on the road with a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips, told me he knew exactly what he was doing. “God, what is he doing?” I whispered under my breath, glancing down at the bright red roses in front of me as a blush crept onto my face. Back at the penthouse, when Alaric had first seen me, he’d dropped the flowers in his hands and shamelessly said out loud. “Fuck, is it possible not to go anymore? I can think of better ways to spend the night.” And Liam’s dry response? “That’s not possible, boss. The president is attendin

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

93|I think I like you.

Isla pov I stared at him, stunned, as he stepped out of the car. Almost instantly, cameras began flashing, the photographers eagerly taking photos of Alaric. “That’s Alaric Voss! I can’t believe he really came,” some of them exclaimed, their voices cutting through the night with excitement as they scrambled for more shots. But Alaric didn’t even blink at the flashes in his eyes, as if he was used to it. I watched as he walked to my side and opened the door. For a brief second, the world seemed to stop as I stared at him. His gray eyes were fixed on me, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he stood tall before me. At that moment, he looked like something out of a fairytale. Not the charming prince or the kind-hearted hero but something darker. He looked devilish in that black suit, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. My heart pounded loudly as he reached out his hand toward me. My eyes flickered from his face to his outstretched hand, and I swallowed nervously. I

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

94|What were you about to say?

Isla pov I stared in surprise at the four men in front of me. Not because James knew Ezra, Ezra was from a wealthy family, so it wasn’t shocking that they’d crossed paths but because of the words that had just come out of the mouths of the two men I didn’t recognize. They had called Alaric a bastard and an illegitimate child right in front of him and James, his own brother, just stood there in silence. My eyes narrowed on James. He was staring at Alaric’s back with a cold, unreadable expression, one hand tucked in his pocket, towering over the three men. But then, my gaze shifted to Ezra who was looking directly at me with an amused grin. The moment our eyes met, his smile widened and something in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. They made me uncomfortable for some reason. Even the first time I met Ezra, his gaze made my skin crawl. I was about to lower my eyes and look elsewhere when one of the other men spoke again, the shorter of the two strangers. “I think I’ve seen h

Last Updated : 2025-06-24

94|Let's begin the auction.

Isla pov I swallowed nervously at Alaric’s words, my heart pounding hard. But before I could say anything, a loud voice shattered the silence between us. “We’ve finally arrived! Ah, I bet some kind of drama happened, with the way everyone’s staring at you two.” I turned slightly to see Adam standing there, an exaggerated expression etched on his face. He glanced around at the whispering crowd before clicking his tongue. “I bet you hit someone again.” “Good evening, boss,” another voice echoed, and I shifted my gaze to Liam, who stood beside Adam. At his side was a woman with black hair and pretty brown eyes. I recognized her from a picture I’d seen on Liam’s phone—his wife. “Good evening, sir. I’m grateful for the invitation,” she greeted politely, before turning her attention to me. Her smile widened as she lowered her head in a slight bow. I blinked quickly out of my daze and returned the greeting. “Did I hit someone?” Alaric muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking to

Last Updated : 2025-06-26

96|Would you want me to be your girlfriend?

Isla pov As the auction began, people started bidding on items– vases, antiques, jewelry, relics, and artifacts. And even though I came from a wealthy family, I was never one to spend money casually, especially because I was always afraid my father might lash out at me if I spent too much. Even though Isolde always bought whatever she wanted without consequence... I was scared I’d get in trouble for doing the same. Now, as I watched the room, I saw people bidding as if money meant nothing, tossing it around like water on the ground. It felt like watching the wealthiest people in the United States go to war, not with weapons, but with their wallets. “Five hundred thousand,” a female voice rang out from the crowd, and I turned to see a middle-aged woman smiling gracefully as she held her bidding card in the air. Her smile widened as whispers spread around her. “Wow, five hundred thousand. She must really like that painting,” someone murmured. “That’s Miss Elizabeth, the ow

Last Updated : 2025-06-27

97|That man was Alaric.

Isla pov “So that was what Liam meant by Mr. Alaric choosing to come here for just one item,” Grace said beside me as she placed her glass of champagne on the table with a smile. “I can’t believe he bought the Mother Pearl necklace, even when the First Lady clearly wanted it.” She spoke in awe before turning to me with a grin. “I think he bought it for you, Miss Isla. Who would’ve thought Mr. Alaric could be romantic?” Her words seemed to fade into the background as my gaze drifted to where Alaric now sat at the president’s table, alongside the First Lady, his grandfather, and his father. When Alaric had declared he wanted to buy the necklace, everyone had been stunned. Even the auctioneer looked momentarily speechless. But when Alaric’s sharp gaze narrowed on him, he seemed to snap out of it and with a booming voice, he declared the necklace sold to Alaric. After the auction, a man in a suit and glasses approached our table, informing Alaric that the president wished to speak w

Last Updated : 2025-06-29

98|Alaric Voss had become a zombie.

Third pov Flashback. The thumping of his heart was all he could hear as he slumped against the wall, eyes closed, panting heavily as he struggled to stay conscious. No, he couldn’t afford to pass out. If he did, they would only wake him and continue their assault, even more enraged than before. He had to stay awake. He had to. So he groaned and peeled his eyes open, and through his blurry vision, he saw four men in front of him. Two of them had beaten him senseless, leaving him bleeding so badly he was certain a few bones were broken by now. The other two sat back, watching the scene unfold like a show, clearly entertained by the sight of him beaten and broken. This was meant to be a lesson, a brutal warning to Alaric Voss to never again dream of stepping out of line. “Haha! Did you see how he flew into the wall? My punch sent him flying and then boom!” Caleb laughed maniacally, his eyes locked on Alaric, who groaned and let his head slump forward, blood dripping steadil

Last Updated : 2025-07-02

99|The encounter.

Third pov Flashback. At that crucial moment when Alaric lost his balance, he thought about the saying that when a person is about to die, their life flashes before their eyes. He had heard that in moments of shock, time would slow down and memories would flicker by— that the brain would rapidly retrieve emotionally charged or core moments as a kind of survival mechanism, replaying a person’s past up to that point. He always thought that was ridiculous. He never believed in it. But now, as he stared at the red-haired girl watching him in horror, his body tilting dangerously to the ground below…it actually happened. Time really did slow down. And those memories came rushing in, all at once. From the day he was just a little boy, no older than six when his abusive mother dragged him to the front of the Voss mansion, screaming that he was the son of the Voss family… before leaving him there. Alone. Sold to the wolves. Then to how he was mistreated, starved, and beaten by the m

Last Updated : 2025-07-03

100|So you finally remember me.

Isla pov The tears fell to the ground, hot and relentless. As everything came crashing in at once, my heart hurt. I wasn’t sure why it hurt so much… but it did. How could I not have recognized him? How could I not have realized that the man from two years ago was Alaric? The man who had been abandoned by his real mother. Who was treated as nothing but a mistake by his own family. That man had told me how he was left to burn alive, how he heard his father and stepmother at the door, deciding whether he should live or die. How he was beaten and starved as a child. How he was kidnapped by the very woman who was supposed to be his stepmother. And the only reason he knew it was her… was because he heard the kidnappers talk about her to him. He had refused to believe it. He had hoped—prayed that his family would come for him. But as the days turned to a week, and no one came… He realized no one was looking. The only reason he was able to escape… was luck. The luck of

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

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