All Chapters of RUIN MY 4.0: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nikolai's POV I lay there on the rumpled sheets, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Aiden was sprawled beside me, his skin slick with sweat, his dark hair a rumpled mess from where my fingers had gripped it just moments ago. My body was still buzzing from the high, every muscle loose and satisfied, but my mind... How the hell do I tell him? We just made up and I didn't want to ruin the moment by mentioning the Russia thing but if I don't tell him...I turned my head to look at him, his eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he traced idle patterns on my chest with his fingertip. "Aiden," I murmured, my voice rough from the exertion. I propped myself up on one elbow, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "I... I have to go back to Russia."Aiden's hand froze on my skin, his smile vanishing in an instant.He blinked at me, his eyes widening in shock. "What?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper at first, then he yelled. "Why the hell would you want to go

Aiden’s POVMom wiped her hands on a dishtowel and turned to Nikolai with that warm, approving smile she'd been flashing all night. "Nikolai, honey, that was wonderful. You have to come back soon. You're so polite! Where did my son meet someone like you?"I felt my cheeks heat up, but Nikolai just chuckled. "Thank you, Sasha. Your food was delicious." Lily, perched on her chair at the island, swung her legs back and forth. She'd been glued to Nikolai's side most of the evening, showing him her drawings.Now she looked up at him with those big, pleading eyes. "Nikolai, are you staying over? Pleeease? We can watch cartoons in the morning!"Nikolai ruffled her hair gently. "I'd love to, princess, but I should probably head back home. I have an early appointment tomorrow." Yeah, like catching a flight back to hell.Lily pouted, crossing her arms dramatically. "But why? You can sleep on the couch! Or in Aiden's room—""Okay, that's enough, munchkin," I cut in. "Time for bed. Say goodnig

Nikolai's POV I grab the bottle of water Viktor hands me, twisting the cap off in one quick motion and chugging half of it down like it's the only thing keeping me from losing my shit. The cool liquid hits my parched throat, and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, letting out a frustrated sigh. "That interviewer talked so fucking much," I mutter, shaking my head as we walk toward the car. God, the woman just wouldn't shut up—she just kept going on and on and on. I swear, if I had to fake one more polite smile, I might've snapped.Viktor glances at me. "Well, thank you for keeping it together atleast," he murmurs, opening the car door for me. I slide into the back seat, sinking into the leather, feeling the exhaustion settle in my bones. The door clicks shut, and Viktor gets in the front, starting the engine with a soft hum. I lean my head back against the seat, staring out the window at the blurring cityscape. "What do we have on the schedule next?" I ask.Viktor checks h

Aiden's POV Shit, I can't believe how much time has passed. I have to be at the hospital in an hour. I head upstairs and see that Lily’s door is cracked open, which means she's awake and is probably doom-scrolling instead of getting ready for school.I knocked once and pushed it open. She was sprawled on her bed in pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie, her phone was six inches from her face, her AirPods in.“Morning, sunshine,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve got twenty minutes before we need to leave. Chop-chop.”She didn’t even look up. “Five more minutes.”“You said that ten minutes ago when I texted you from downstairs. I'm leaving in thirty. Move it.”She finally flicked her eyes toward me, one perfect teenage eyebrow arched like I’d just suggested she eat dirt. “It’s literally not that big of a deal, Aiden. Chill.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. It's crazy how much this girl has changed from the delicate flower she used to be.She's only thirteen but she's me

Aiden’s POVI’m standing at the kitchen island, pouring coffee into my favorite mug and I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.My cheeks actually hurt a little. It’s ridiculous. I feel like a teenager who just got asked to prom by his crush. Except my crush is a Russian Don.The dark coffee steams up when I sip. I'm not even bothered when it burns my tongue. Footsteps thump down the stairs and Lily appears in the doorway with her hair in a loose ponytail, still in the same oversized hoodie from yesterday. Her phone is glued to her hand like it’s surgically attached. That phone is honestly a serious issue.She stops and squints at me.“Why do you look so happy?” she asks, her voice suspicious.I lean back against the counter, trying to school my expression to look normal.“Am I not allowed to look happy?”She shrugs, and turns back to her screen, thumb flicking. “It’s weird. You usually look sad.”“Wow. Thanks.”“Anytime.” She glances up again and gives me a side-eye. “Aren’t you