Semua Bab Ruin Me, Blackwood: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Amelia’s POVI didn’t expect him to let me in like that.Dominic Blackwood—my brother’s best friend, the man who could command an entire boardroom with a single glance, who barely let anyone see past the cold steel exterior—had just held me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.And he didn’t let go.Even now, as I stood in his kitchen hours later sipping the coffee I’d somehow managed not to spill with my still-shaking hands, I could feel the echo of his confession pulsing through me.“I don’t want to lose you.”That was the first time he’d said something that bare. That vulnerable.And the weight of it crushed me—in the best way. Because I knew how hard that was for him. Every inch of Dominic was carefully crafted, every emotion locked down behind high walls and tighter jawlines. But last night… he’d cracked open. He’d chosen me to see it.And now, I didn’t know what to do with all that emotion except feel it. Let it root into my chest like something dangerous and permanent

Amelia’s POVI didn’t sleep.Even as the skyline glittered beyond the windows of Dominic’s penthouse, and the hum of the city softened beneath layers of glass and steel, my body refused to rest. He had fallen asleep hours ago, sprawled across the massive bed with one hand extended toward where I lay — like he was reaching even in sleep.I stared at the ceiling, arms folded over my chest, heart thudding with every unanswered question.What were we doing?What was I doing?I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him so badly it made my bones ache. When he looked at me with those storm-dark eyes, so full of remorse, of broken promises still clinging to his tongue—I believed he meant it. I always did.But meaning something didn’t make it real.I turned my head to face him. He looked peaceful like this, without all the pressure and power weighing on his shoulders. The hard lines of his jaw had softened. His brow, usually furrowed with control, was smooth. Vulnerable. Human.And y

Amelia’s POV I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the windows — soft and rhythmic, like a memory trying to crawl back into my chest. His arms were still around me. Not in the accidental, half-asleep kind of way. But the kind where every inch of him was pressed against me like he was afraid I’d disappear in the space between blinks. And maybe he should have been. Because that’s what I’d planned, wasn’t it? To go. To walk away before the damage became permanent. Before my love for him left me hollow. But then he whispered it. I love you. And now I was stuck in the limbo between wanting to believe him and knowing I probably shouldn’t. I kept my eyes closed, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. He was warm. Solid. Real in all the ways that had always made it hard for me to stay mad at him for long. But real didn’t mean safe. Real didn’t mean enough. Dominic Blackwood was the kind of man who could destroy a woman just by staying. Not by being

Amelia’s POVI woke up before the sun, the early light just beginning to stretch through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the sheets. The air was warm and still, and for a moment, I didn’t move. I stayed curled in the same spot I’d fallen asleep—wrapped in Dominic’s arms, my cheek resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.It felt safe here. Real. Like the kind of moment you hold your breath in, afraid to break the spell.But then reality started to creep back in, curling under the doorframe, whispering all the reasons this shouldn't feel like home.He stirred beneath me. His hand moved slowly across my back, as though he was trying to remind himself I was still there, and I felt the tension return to his body as he woke.“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough with sleep.“Yeah,” I whispered. I didn’t move away.“Me too.”I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest so I could see his face. His hair was a mess, eyes darker than usual in t

Amelia’s POVThe soft glow of Dominic’s message blinked insistently on my phone screen as I lay in the darkened silence of my apartment. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the words. Too late. Simple. Cold. Yet somehow, weighted with so much meaning.Was it really too late?I curled into the familiar ache settling deep in my chest. For weeks now, I’d been walking a tightrope between desire and doubt, between hope and the harsh reality of everything Dominic Blackwood represented. He was a man built of contradictions — ruthless and vulnerable, commanding yet uncertain, the kind of man who could make you feel like the only person in the world one moment and then push you so far away the next, you weren’t sure if he’d ever let you in again.I swallowed hard and let the phone slip from my fingers onto the bed beside me. The silence that followed was deafening. My mind raced through memories — the way he’d looked at me during that last meeting, how his jaw had tightened every time I challeng