Ruin Me, Blackwood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Amelia’s POVI wasn’t supposed to be here.Not in his penthouse. Not in his bed. Not with his scent clinging to my skin like some brand I couldn’t scrub off.And yet — here I was. Wrapped in one of his T-shirts. Wide awake in a room too quiet, with a man who was more storm than sanctuary.I hated how much I wanted him.Even now, with the weight of everything crashing down around us, my body betrayed me. Every time Dominic looked at me, it was like a fuse being lit. Every word, every glance, every infuriating smirk had lodged itself so deep inside me, it felt impossible to dig out.I told myself I needed space. That I needed to walk away before this became something neither of us could fix.But space felt impossible when the very air in this penthouse felt like it belonged to him — charged with his presence, thick with the unspoken.I could still taste him. Still feel the imprint of his hands on my skin. And the worst part? I didn’t want to forget.I let out a shaky breath, stari

Amelia’s POVSleep had long abandoned me, replaced instead by the sharp ache of restlessness that settled deep in my bones. I lay tangled beneath Dominic’s crisp white sheets, my body warm against the cool fabric, but my mind racing in a million directions. The penthouse was quiet except for the distant hum of the city that never truly slept. I could hear the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, marking time in this place where everything felt frozen, suspended between what had been and what was about to come.I stared at the ceiling, tracing the shadows cast by the faint morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It should’ve been peaceful here, but the silence screamed with all the things I couldn’t say aloud—secrets, fears, and the unbearable weight of everything Dominic Blackwood carried on his shoulders. And somehow, I was right in the middle of it.I’d spent years believing I knew him. Liam’s best friend, the grumpy billionaire with a reputation so sharp it

Amelia’s POVThe elevator dinged softly, a quiet punctuation to the long day that had left me drained yet restless. I stepped into Dominic’s penthouse, the door sliding shut behind me with a muted click that somehow made the world outside feel miles away. The city buzzed faintly through the windows, but here, in this space, everything was quieter, more intimate, and impossible to ignore.I dropped my bag by the door, my heart still thrumming from the conversation we’d shared earlier, the way his eyes had searched mine with raw honesty. Dominic Blackwood, the man who had always been the embodiment of control and cold precision, was unraveling in front of me—and somehow, I was the cause.As I moved into the living room, I caught sight of him standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, shoulders broad and tense, jaw clenched like he was holding back a storm. He hadn’t turned around yet, but I knew he was aware I was here. Always aware.“Amelia.” His voice was low, almost a growl that sen

Amelia’s POVThe early morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across the room. It was a gentle reminder that the world outside was moving forward, oblivious to the tumult inside me. Yet here I was, frozen in a moment suspended between fear and hope, caught in the gravity of everything Dominic Blackwood represented.Last night’s conversation — raw, honest, and unlike anything I’d ever shared with him before — echoed relentlessly in my mind. His voice, usually so controlled and commanding, had softened. The hardness around his eyes had melted away, revealing cracks in the armor I’d spent so long trying to ignore. When he confessed his fear of losing control, of letting someone in, it wasn’t just words. It was a glimpse into the fractured man beneath the billionaire’s polished surface.I lay on the bed, tangled in the sheets, heart pounding like a wild drum. The memories of his hands on my skin, the heat of his gaze, the way

Amelia’s POVThe soft morning light crept through the edges of the blackout curtains, painting faint patterns on the pale walls of Dominic’s apartment. The city was waking up outside — cars honking, footsteps echoing down distant streets — but here in the quiet sanctuary of the bedroom, time felt suspended, stretched thin like the fragile thread holding me in place.I lay still, the sheets tangled around my legs, my body warm from Dominic’s steady presence beside me. Yet despite the comfort, sleep eluded me. My mind was a battlefield of emotions—hope wrestling with fear, desire clashing with doubt.Last night’s revelations played endlessly on repeat. Dominic’s walls, so rigid and cold, had cracked wide open. His confession, raw and unguarded, had exposed the man beneath the billionaire mask—a man haunted by ghosts and burdened by pain. And in that vulnerability, something fragile and precious had been born between us.But the morning light demanded clarity, and with clarity came the h