All Chapters of RUIN ME: ENEMY DADDY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CAGED SOFIA’S POVThe bedroom door locks at exactly 10PM, every night. It was the same sound and unfortunately the same cage.I pressed my ear against the wood and counted Luca's footsteps down the hallway, fourteen steps to his door, if I'm not mistaken. The door closes and finally, the whole mansion can breathe. Twenty three years I have been so calculative, learning the different tones of his door from the time he's entering the room to when he's leaving the room to meet me.Ever since that night, I stopped believing he was just my brother. Not after the stunt he pulled a few years back. Hell no.I stood at the window and looked out at the garden below, the manicured hedges and the stone fountain with two guards who changed their positions by 11pm. I thought about the black dress folded inside my winter coat at the back of my closet. I thought about the guard who owed Gonna a favour.“Hmm, maybe he could be useful tonight.” I thought to myself as I remembered how he told her about

THE FIRST MISSIONSOFIA POVI came back to the tunnel at 12:47 AM.My dress is torn. My thighs are a little bit sticky.Yuck.I can still feel him inside me.Not that I mid though. Urghh Sofia, not now.I climb through my bedroom window and freeze.Someone’s in my room.“Where were you?”Luca.He’s sitting in the chair by my vanity. Still dressed. Arms crossed. Face blank.My heart stops.“I…I couldn’t sleep. I went to the garden.”“In that dress?” His eyes drag down my body. Slow. Lingering on the torn hem. The marks on my neck. “Interesting choice for a midnight stroll.”Think. Think.“I was going to change but..”“But what, Sofia?” He stands. Walk toward me. “You decided to climb out your window instead? Crawl through dirt? Ruin a two-thousand-dollar dress?”He’s three feet away now. I can smell his cologne. The whiskey on his breath.“Tell me the truth.”“I am.”His hand shoots out. Grabs my jaw. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to warn.“You’re lying.” His thumb brushes my bot

THE COLLISIONSOFIA POVThe car flips.Glass explodes. Metal screams. My head slams against something hard.Then everything stops.I’m upside down. Seatbelt cutting into my chest. Blood dripped from my hairline.“Sofia.” Alessio’s voice. Rough. Urgent. “Can you move?”I will try. Everything hurts.“I think so.”He cuts my seatbelt. Catch me before I fall. We crawl out through the shattered window.Nikolai’s already out. Gun drawn. Bleeding from his temple.“They’re coming,” he says.The three SUVs screech to a stop. Doors open. Men pour out.Not Luca’s men. These are different. Tattooed. Military precision.Russians.The leader steps forward. Tall. Scarred face. Dead eyes.“Alessio Volkov,” he says. Heavy accent. “Your father sends his regards.”I freeze.Alessio goes completely still beside me.“My father is dead.”The Russian smiles. “Is he?”What?“He faked his death fifteen years ago,” the man continues. “Went into hiding. Built a new empire in Moscow.” He gestures to his men. “An

THE FATHERSOFIA POVI wake up in silk sheets.Not a cage. Not a basement.Silk sheets. In a bedroom that costs more than my entire life.Strange, I guess. My head pounds. Throat burns from the gas. But I’m not hurt.I sit up. The room spins.From the floor-to-ceiling windows show a city skyline. Not LA. Somewhere else. High-rise building.The door opens.A man walks in. Older. Sharp suit. Gray at the temples.Alessio’s eyes. Same jawline. The same predator walks.“You’re awake.” His accent is slight. Russian undertones. “Good. We have much to discuss.”I scramble back against the headboard. “Where am I?”“San Francisco. My penthouse.” He sits in a chair across from the bed. Casual.“You kidnapped me.”“I retrieved you. There’s a difference.” He smiles. Cold. “I’m Viktor Volkov. Alessio’s father. Though I suppose you’ve figured that out.”“What do you want?”“To talk. Woman to woman” He pauses. “Or rather, future daughter-in-law to father-in-law.”My stomach drops. “I’m not..”“Please

THE TRADEALESSIO POV“You want to trade yourself for Gianna?” Nikolai stares at me. “That’s suicide, and honestly silly”“No. I want Luca to “think” I’m trading myself.” I pull up a map on my phone. “Pier 19 is exposed. Open. No cover. He’ll have snipers. Men everywhere.”“So how do we”“We don’t go to Pier 19.” I zoom in. “We go here. Pier 17. Two buildings over. High ground. Perfect vantage point.”Sofia steps closer. “And?”“And we let Viktor do the heavy lifting.”She blinks. “What??”“Viktor wants me dead. Luca wants you. They’re both heading to the same location tonight.” I look at Nikolai. “So we send Viktor coordinates for Pier 19. Tell him I’ll be there. Alone. Easy target.”Nikolai’s eyes widened. “Viktor and Luca show up at the same place”“They’ll think the other is interfering. Start shooting. Chaos.” I pull Sofia close. “While they’re killing each other, we extract Gianna and disappear.”“That’s insane,” she whispers.“It’s the only plan we have.”She’s quiet for a long