Semua Bab Ruin Me, Master.: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Chapter 142. Jasmine’s car slowed as it pulled into the familiar compound.For a brief second, her hands tightened around the steering wheel.Then she stopped. The building stood exactly the same… tall, wide, dressed in translucent white glass that reflected the morning sun like it had something to prove. Clean lines. Cold elegance. The kind of place that once swallowed her whole and spat her out broken.Her chest tightened. Memories came rushing in without permission.The long hours. The quiet desperation.The way she used to sit at her desk counting every naira in her head, wondering how she would raise enough money for surgery… wondering if she would even live long enough to try.She swallowed hard. This was the place where she had been accused. Where whispers had followed her down hallways. Where fingers had pointed.Where her name had been dragged through meetings and emails and quiet conversations.All because of greed. Because her aunt wanted more. Because her best friend want

Chapter 144.The chandelier light draped over the dark room like liquid gold, its crystal edges catching faint reflections and scattering them across polished marble floors. The room was massive… circular… built to intimidate before a single word was spoken.Heavy oak doors stood closed behind armed guards.Around the long black table sat powerful men… heads of territories… lords of bloodlines… kings of underworld empires. Their suits were tailored, their expressions unreadable, their presence thick with authority and violence barely restrained.And amidst them all… Jerald De Luca stood out the most.He sat at the head of the table, posture relaxed yet commanding, dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that hugged his broad shoulders and sharp frame. His hard angled face was sculpted in shadow and light, sharp jaw clenched slightly, dark lashes lowered just enough to hide the storm beneath.Power radiated from him effortlessly. Respect followed him instinctively. Fear… naturally.His f

Chapter 146. Jasmine’s breath came uneven as her eyes moved slowly between the two figures standing before her, first settling on Vera and then shifting to him, the former manager, as her brows knit together and confusion flooded her face while her gaze moved back to Vera and then returned to the man she once knew too well, as though she were silently asking a question she already feared the answer to… how… why… together?The manager noticed it and smiled, though it was not warm in the slightest, but sharp, mocking, and cruel, and as he tilted his head slightly while studying her restrained form, his voice followed smoothly. “Confused, huh?” he said. “Oh… we know, darling.” Vera leaned against the wall beside him with her arms folded, her lips curved in a satisfied smile while her eyes glittered with something ugly and triumphant, and as the manager took a slow step forward, his shoes echoed faintly against the concrete floor while he continued casually, “Some hours back, you were ru

Chapter 148.Jerald carried her through the door like she weighed nothing at all… though he knew every ounce of her suffering, every bruise, every trembling breath she had endured, pressed against his chest like a knife. The house was silent, dark except for the soft glow from the hallway lights, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He moved swiftly, decisively… each step a promise that she was safe now, that no one would ever touch her again without paying in full.“James… call the doctor. Now,” Jerald said, his voice low, dangerous, but steady, the kind that brooked no argument.James bolted to obey, knowing better than to question him. Within minutes, the doctor arrived, a calm, efficient presence that contrasted sharply with the storm that Jerald carried with him. Jerald didn’t speak as he laid Jasmine carefully on the bed, brushing damp hair from her face, his dark eyes scanning her for every wound, every sign of pain.He sat on the edge of the bed, fingers entwined

Chapter 150.The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the half-closed curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the bedroom. Jasmine stirred slowly, still wrapped in the cocoon of blankets, her body aching but her heart a little lighter. Jerald was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching her sleep with a quiet intensity, fingers laced around hers as if even in sleep she might slip from him.When she opened her eyes and saw him, relief and warmth flooded her chest, and she let out a soft, shivering laugh. “You’re still here…” she whispered.“Of course,” Jerald murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing along her cheek, lingering. “I’ve never left… and I never will. Not for a second.” His voice was low, almost reverent… a promise, a tether, a lifeline.She sat up slowly, wincing slightly as her body protested, and he immediately leaned closer, helping her steady herself. “Easy… take it slow,” he said, his hands firm but gentl