Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me, Master.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 2 Jasmine stood by the coffee machine, her gaze fixed on the rising liquid, yet her mind was miles away—drowning in a place far darker than the espresso spilling over the brim. She didn’t notice the mess. Didn’t hear the soft hiss of the machine overfilling. Didn’t register the way the steaming liquid dribbled down the sides, pooling onto the counter like a slow bleed. She was trapped inside her head, shackled to a memory that refused to die. “Jasmine!” A sharp voice cut through the fog, yanking her back. She jolted violently, her breath hitching. Seraphina stood beside her, mouth agape, already reaching for the machine before the disaster worsened. Jasmine’s eyes darted to the mess, her stomach knotting as she grabbed a towel, but Seraphina was faster, wiping the counter clean. “Jasmine,” Sera repeated, softer this time. Worry was etched deep into her features. “You need to talk to me. The company has eyes, and they’re noticing.” Jasmine inhaled sharply, pushing down

Chapter 4. Jasmine stepped into the grand auction hall, and the air shifted. A thick, intoxicating blend of power, desperation, and unfiltered desire clung to the walls like an invisible force. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the deep mahogany floors, their soft flicker reflecting off gold-trimmed archways and exquisite, hand-painted murals that told stories of passion and dominance. The entire room was art—crafted to seduce, to weaken, to make anyone who stepped in feel the weight of their own desires.Besides Jasmine, Seraphina exhaled in awe. “Do you see this?” she whispered, her voice trembling with admiration. “The money poured into this place? The prestige? Imagine what it would mean to be chosen by one of them. Just a month as a submissive, and our lives would change.”Jasmine didn’t respond immediately. She wasn’t blinded by the extravagance or the allure of wealth. Her eyes wandered over the men seated elegantly in velvet armchairs, whiskey glasses in hand, their

Chapter 6.Jasmine sat on the king-size bed under the dim glow of the chandelier light that cast a gentle shadow across the room.The lighting from her screen illuminated her face, fingers tapping against the keyboard.Jasmine had been doing everything—everything but taking a rest.She needed something stronger. A force that could pull her from the thoughts that had clouded her mind since last night.The gentle sound of the keyboard echoed through the room, yet it wasn’t loud enough to distract her from the weight that pressed heavily against her shoulders.Jasmine had not been able to see herself past a lady so desperately in need of money. One who ignored her dignity just to get revenge.And the thoughts of him.Jerald De Luca. The imposing 6’4, devastatingly handsome man who always found ways to slip into every thought.He was handsome—not even a fact to negotiate. But what was not handsome was how dominating he was, and she… Jasmine was a woman who didn’t have submission to offer.

Chapter 8. Jasmine’s knees sank to the floor but she refused to give in. Refused to look submissive. She just remained there, on her knees. Not looking up at him, and trying to control her uneven breaths. Jerald stood tall, watching down on her. This bird was willful and he? He knew just how to take care of feisty babies. He just watched. He didn't touch her. Didn't rush it. Just stood there in front of her exuding a dangerous aura and waiting, burning, daring her to cross the line she had drawn so deep. Jasmine's finger twitched once at her sides. She hated this. The idea of being vulnerable. But then again… slowly— like every inch was a betrayal to her pride, she reached up. Her hands brushed the leather of his belt, hesitation evident in every action. It was not taking his cock that gutted her. It was the way he demanded it. Like she was some slut that had no meaning for existing aside from taking her master’s cock and his command. Her jaws clenched. She hated herself for

Chapter 10.Jerald sat under the dim glow of the chandelier light, fingers drumming lazily against the long mahogany table.The room carried the low hum of conversation, men gathered in dark suits, murmuring over business charts and numbers. But Jerald wasn’t truly in the room. Not mentally. His body was there, statuesque in his chair, but his focus had long slipped away.His eyes held onto the man who stood at the far end of the table discussing business deals, but Jerald’s ear could only hold onto the soft hum of a diffusing machine that was currently brewing in some incense in the room.The scent was thick in the air, curling with lavender and sandalwood. It should’ve been calming, but to Jerald, it was irritating—too soft, too peaceful for the chaos in his mind.His mind was occupied, filled with thoughts, but those thoughts were far away from whatever was going on in this room.They weren’t in the walls of this boardroom. They weren’t buried in figures or graphs. They were miles