Semua Bab Ruin Me, Blackwood: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Amelia’s POVThe morning sun crept slowly through the towering windows of Blackwood Industries, casting long golden stripes that cut across the polished floors like silent witnesses. The office was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft click of my heels against marble. The usual chaos of the corporate world felt subdued today, or maybe it was just me—feeling every second slower, heavier, as if the entire building was holding its breath.Dominic was already there when I arrived. His presence filled the room like a shadow, dark and unyielding, yet somehow magnetic. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and tried to steady my hands as I stepped inside. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with the faint aroma of leather-bound books and fresh coffee hung in the air, a reminder that I was deep inside his world now—a world I wasn’t sure I was ready to live in.He was sitting behind his massive desk, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes locked on the

Amelia’s POVThe morning light slipped quietly through the curtains, painting the room in soft golds and pale blues, but I wasn’t ready to face it. Instead, I lay still, tangled in crisp white sheets that smelled faintly of Dominic. The air around me was heavy with the remnants of last night — the heat, the raw intensity, the unspoken promises and the weight of what had been set into motion.My heart hammered like a drum in my chest, threatening to burst free. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm inside. But the more I tried to steady myself, the louder the memories became — his lips against mine, rough yet tender; the way his hands held me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded; the shattering honesty in his voice when he admitted his fears.I swallowed hard and shifted on the bed, careful not to disturb the man curled beside me. Dominic was asleep — his face softened by rest, the usual scowl replaced by an almost peaceful expression. Watching him now, I was struck by t

Dominic’s POVThe weight of Amelia’s words lingered in the stale office air long after she left the conference room. I closed the door behind her, my hand lingering on the cold handle as if it could anchor me to reality. She wasn’t just some fleeting distraction. She was a force, a storm that had uprooted everything I thought I controlled — and maybe, deep down, that scared me more than I was willing to admit.I paced back to my desk, restless and raw. The city outside was shifting into night, the glass towers around me glowing like stars in a dark sky. But inside, my world was darker than ever.I sat down heavily, the leather creaking beneath me, and stared at the blank screen of my laptop. Work had become meaningless. The cold deals, the ruthless negotiations — all of it felt like noise compared to the chaotic symphony Amelia had stirred in me.I thought about the way she looked last night — vulnerable yet defiant, the fire in her eyes barely contained beneath the surface. It wasn’t

Amelia’s POVThe first light of dawn crept cautiously through the slats of the blinds, casting long, thin lines across the floorboards and creeping silently over the rumpled sheets. But sleep had abandoned me hours ago, leaving behind a restless ache that pulsed beneath my ribs. My eyes fluttered open only to be greeted by the soft, oppressive silence of the penthouse. Dominic was already awake — I could feel his absence like a weight in the room, an invisible presence that made the air thick.I lay there, the cold edge of the mattress pressing against my skin, heart pounding erratically as my mind spiraled through the events of the night before. His expression — the tension in his jaw, the flicker of pain in his stormy eyes when that man arrived — haunted me in a way I couldn’t shake. It was like glimpsing the cracks in a perfectly crafted façade, fragile and terrifying.I pushed the covers away and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the cold floor, and I pa

Amelia’s POVI couldn’t sleep.Even after Dominic finally drifted off, his breathing evening out beside me, my body refused to settle. Every time I closed my eyes, his words replayed in my head like a cruel echo. Marcus Keller. Control. Leverage. Danger.I rolled onto my side, staring at the ceiling, feeling like the walls of his penthouse were closing in around me. The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a thousand lights twinkling like distant stars, but it all felt cold. Distant. Because what Dominic had confessed wasn’t something you could easily tuck away or rationalize.This wasn’t office gossip or company drama. This was darker. Deeper. Life-altering.And I’d meant it when I told him I wasn’t afraid — but maybe I should’ve been.The weight of it pressed against my chest, tight and suffocating. I’d known Dominic was ruthless. Cold. That his world was built on power plays and sharp edges. But hearing it out loud, seeing the raw vulnerability in his eyes…