Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me, Master.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 72. Jasmine stirred slowly, pain slicing through her spine. That was the first thing she felt the moment her eyes opened. A dull, throbbing ache was crawling up her arms, spreading across her back. Her wrists burned where the ropes held her too tightly against the arms of the chair, and her ankles felt just as raw.Her head was heavy. Like the world around her was swaying.Then her eyes fluttered open — the light was dim, the air cold. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps as her vision adjusted.She was in a room with concrete walls. No windows. Just shadows.A single bulb hung from the ceiling, its glow flickering like a dying heartbeat.Panic surged in her chest and her heart hammered in her chest. Why was she here? Why was she tried up here in this lonely room? Her eyes darted across the room, searching — anything, anyone, something that would explain why she was here.Then a voice came in, smooth low, and cruel.“Looking for me?”Jasmine froze at the sound of that v

Chapter 74. The moment the call ended, silence hung in the air like fog — thick, heavy, and suffocating. Lucas turned slowly, walking back to Jasmine, who was still seated there, tied to the chair, her eyes wide and distant, her body frozen in place. She hadn’t moved since the call. She couldn’t, not when everything had just come crashing down on her. Aside from being tied to the chair, the words that had filled her ear these past minutes were enough to have her rooted and frozen against a spot. Her mind spiraled as she asked herself how he knew, how Lucas knew she was Nella. Her name — the name she buried long ago — wasn’t something anyone could just find. So how? How? Had he figured it out? Had he been following her? Watching her? Listening? Had he dug through her past just to pull her back into this nightmare?Her heart pounded louder. Did Jerald know she was Nella?And then it hit her again — Jerald was Frank, the bloodied boy she had saved that day, the one she gave water to,

Chapter 75. The door to Jerald’s room creaked open and Jerald stepped in, still holding Jasmine in his arms.They hadn’t said a word to each other. Not after the blood, not outside the shadow house, not in the car, and not even now.Jasmine’s eyes remained locked on his face, her heart thudding wildly in her chest — too loud, and too heavy.So it was true. Jerald was Frank?Her master was Frank?He was the little boy she had saved that terrible day — the day her entire world had burnt down? And he was still Manhor De Luca?The one she had vowed to destroy? The apple of the De Luca's eyes she vowed to kill? Jerald’s jaw flexed as he noticed her stare. She had been staring at him for that. From the moment he walked out of the building to the moment he picked her up from the car. He didn’t say anything, he just allowed her stare, walking to the bed then slowly bent down and lowered her onto the mattress with so much care it nearly broke her.Her body twitched as it met the sheets — t

Chapter 78. Jasmine glared at the message like it had personally offended her.Her aunt claimed she had ordered Ash to kill Jerald’s father. But deep down, Jasmine didn’t believe it. She couldn’t.Her memories from that time were hazy—broken pieces of a puzzle she couldn’t piece back together—but there was one thing she remembered clearly. Before slipping into a coma, the last thing she had told her spy was, “Gather information about Manhor. I want him dead instead.”He had warned her it wouldn’t be easy but she didn’t care. She told him she was willing to give everything.And now, somehow, Jerald’s father was dead… and the order was traced back to her.Jasmine’s eyes dropped to her phone again. The message glared back at her, mocking her confusion. Then her gaze shifted to Jerald, standing a few steps away, silent… watching her.“Are you okay?” he asked softly and nodded quickly, too quickly. “I just want to be alone for now.”Jerald’s gaze dropped to her hand—the phone she still c

Chapter 80. Jasmine stood still, her breath trembling against her lips. Her body was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, and yet… she felt like she was on fire inside. Her pussy was breathing life already, desiring more than she wanted it to. Jerald said nothing more. He simply just leaned in—slowly, his hand moved, cupping her cheeks into his palm and watching her tremble slightly. Then he leaned in and claimed her lips, kissing her gently. He was soft. Too soft.His lips brushed hers like they were afraid to break her, like he was tasting something sacred. Her stomach flipped, and her knees nearly buckled— she had to grip the hem of his shirt to keep her steady. His kiss deepened slightly as his tongue dived into her mouth, but still… he wasn’t in a rush.His fingers brushed the curve of her cheek, then drifted lower, tracing the slope of her neck, the edge of her collarbone.Then—he pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes.“You’re beautiful, Jasmine,” he