All Chapters of Ruin Me, Master.: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131.Salt on Skin, Wind in Their LungsJasmine stood in front of the mirror for a long moment without moving.Not because she was unsure.Not because she was waiting.Just… standing.She was dressed simply… light fabric that flowed easily, soft against her skin, brushing her legs whenever she shifted her weight even slightly. A dress meant for sun and wind and water. Nothing tight. Nothing heavy. Nothing that asked her to be anything other than comfortable. Other than herself.She studied her reflection slowly.Not the dress first.Herself.Her face looked different these days. Not because of makeup or light, but because the tightness she used to carry had loosened. Her eyes looked calmer now. Softer. Like they no longer needed to stay alert all the time. There was no tension in her shoulders, no hard line between her brows.She lifted a hand slowly and placed it against the mirror.Her fingers rested there, warm against the cool glass, like she was checking… like she needed t

Chapter 133. Jerald stepped out of the car first then he came around to Jasmine’s side where he reached for the door, and opened it slowly, deliberately, like this moment mattered to him.Because it did. All his life he never thought he would be this consistent with showing love! Never thought he would be this consistent with expressing it. But we her. He was more than consistent. With her he would do anything. Anything much more than that. And he was grateful for the ability to show love. Jasmine stepped out into the morning sunlight.She wore a soft sundress… it was light, simple and flowed just above her knees. The color was warm against her skin, something between cream and pale gold, catching the light every time she moved. Thin straps rested on her shoulders, her skin glowing softly beneath the Santorini sun. Her hair fell loose down her back, moving gently with the breeze.She looked like she belonged to the morning because she belonged to the morning and the beauty of it

Chapter 135.Where the Earth Still Breathes. Santorini woke slowly that morning.The light came softer than usual, like it knew this was the last time it would touch them here. It slipped through the thin curtains in quiet lines, brushing the walls, the floor, the edges of the bed where they had slept tangled together. There was no alarm. No urgency. Just the steady sound of the sea somewhere far below.Jasmine stood in front of the open window for a long moment without moving.She watched the sky change… pale gray giving way to a soft blue, then hints of gold beginning to rise. The island looked calm, almost gentle, like it was pretending it hadn’t held so much of their laughter, their healing, their becoming.Her arms wrapped around herself, not from cold, but from a feeling she couldn’t quite name.Something between gratitude and ache.Behind her, Jerald was already awake.She felt him before she heard him… the quiet presence she had learned meant safety. It was the way the air sh

RUIN ME, MASTER!Chapter 137. Vera began to move her hand up and down against Jerald’s chest, smiling and grinning like Jasmine did not exist at all.Her fingers traced the hard lines beneath his suit, slow… deliberate… claiming, as though she had done this before, as though her touch belonged there. She leaned closer, confidence rolling off her in waves, her body language loud with familiarity.For a split second, the world seemed to tilt.Jasmine saw it.Saw the intimacy in that touch.The familiarity. The way Vera leaned in like she had every right.Her chest tightened painfully, breath catching before she could stop it. It felt like something sharp had pressed against her ribs, not enough to bleed… just enough to hurt. She stood frozen, eyes locked on that single point where Vera’s hand rested on Jerald, her mind racing with questions she did not dare give voice to.Jerald’s body went rigid.The change was instant. The warmth drained from his posture, his shoulders stiffening lik

Chapter 139. Jasmine woke slowly to warmth.Not the kind that came from blankets or sunlight filtering through curtains…but the kind that lived. The kind that breathed.Jerald’s hand rested against her cheek, his thumb moving in slow, absent strokes like he was afraid she might disappear if he stopped touching her. His palm was warm. Steady. Familiar. She felt his presence before she fully opened her eyes…the weight of him beside her, the calm pull of his attention wrapped entirely around her.When her lashes finally lifted, the first thing she saw was him.Jerald. Propped slightly on his side, head resting against his palm, eyes fixed on her face with an intensity so soft it almost hurt to look at. There was no hardness there. No sharp edges. Just affection…pure, unguarded affection…like the world had narrowed down to the rise and fall of her breathing.She smiled sleepily. It came naturally…effortless…because waking up to him felt like safety.“How long have you been sitting there?