All Chapters of Ruin Me, Master.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

Chapter 93. Jerald sat alone in his study, the weight of the last few days clinging to him like smoke.The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of the desk lamp. Stacks of old books and untouched files sat around him, untouched. The fireplace at the far end crackled gently, its warmth doing little to thaw the cold in his chest.It was the only place in the entire mansion where he could still breathe.But even here, surrounded by stillness, his thoughts kept circling back to one person.Jasmine.Where was she sleeping? Was she eating properly? Was she still scared of him?The memory of her face at the hospital — bruised by pain, flushed by need, shadowed by fear — hadn’t left his mind for a second.And the fact that she’d seen that part of him… the one he couldn’t even look in the mirror for…It killed him a little more every day.Jerald was still lost in his thoughts when a soft knock suddenly broke through the silence.Jerald’s gaze lifted toward the door. He waited a beat, blin

. Chapter 95. The words echoed in Jerald’s mind like a siren in an empty cathedral—loud, misplaced, and utterly jarring.They didn’t feel like they belonged to Jasmine.They didn’t even feel like they belonged in this report.It felt like someone had taken the truth and slipped something foreign into it. Jerald blinked once.Then again and Then again.Selective amnesia.He read it over and over until the words no longer looked like English—until they just became shapes pressed into paper.Each repetition dropped heavier in his chest, like sand in water.But what memory was missing?What exactly had she forgotten?And why the hell did this report read differently from what Jasmine’s personal hospital had given?Jerald leaned back in his chair.Not relaxed.Just… pulled by gravity.The report was still in his hand, trembling ever so slightly between his fingers.His eyes were locked on that single line like he was waiting for it to erase itself.But it didn’t. It stayed.Mocking and

Chapter 97.The room was silent. Not the kind of silence that brought peace—but the kind that warned of something waiting. Something dangerous. Like a blade just before it drops.That silence had a weight to it. Heavy. Breathless and the kind that made the heart pound even before anything happened.Jerald sat in the center of the room, elbows resting on the arms of his chair, fingers loosely clasped. His coat was still on. His face unreadable. Not a twitch. Not a flinch. His eyes fixed forward—watching the door like it owed him answers.He looked like a king on a throne—but one carved out of vengeance. The atmosphere bent to him. Even the air seemed to hesitate before brushing past him.No one spoke. Not even the men that flanked the walls. They didn’t move either. They simply stood, awaiting his command.They didn’t have to speak. Jerald’s silence was a command. That was enough.Then suddenly, the door opened.He didn't need to look up. He already knew who they were coming in. Dragg

. Chapter 99.Jasmine woke up to the pain that was pressing in on her.A dull, aching kind of pain — the kind that seeps deep into the bones and makes everything hurt. Her entire body ached, but the pain inside? That was worse.Her lashes fluttered, eyes blinking back gently.It felt like waking up from a nightmare, only to realize she was still in it.Her lids parted and the dark sight of the room welcomed her.A cold room, shadows draped across the walls like cloaks of mourning. The air was stiff, suffocating, as though the walls themselves knew what was about to unfold.She glared around, but no one was in the room. Just herself—tied up to a chair.The ropes around her wrists burned against her skin, digging into her flesh with every breath she took. Panic crawled up her throat.Her heart skipped as she looked around.It wasn’t the first time she had woken up bound and helpless, but this time… it felt different. Colder and crueler. The last thing she had remembered was falling of