Ruin Me,DADDY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Chapter 91Lila’s wrists burned where the zip ties cut into her skin. The room was cold, windowless, and smelled of damp concrete and expensive perfume Victoria’s signature scent, cloying and sharp, like lilies left too long in a vase. A single overhead bulb swung lazily above her, casting harsh shadows that made everything feel unsteady.She had stopped crying hours ago. Tears wouldn’t help here.A sleek laptop sat open on a metal table just out of reach, its screen glowing with a live video feed. Victoria’s perfectly made-up face filled the frame, lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her ice-blue eyes.“Still with us, little toy?” Victoria purred, tilting her head. “You look so much prettier when you’re broken. Lucian always did like his girls ruined.”Lila lifted her chin, even as her body trembled from exhaustion and the chill seeping through her torn cocktail dress. The same dress she’d worn to the gala the one Lu

Chapter 93The dimly lit control room smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap coffee. Derek Voss leaned back in a worn leather chair, fingers steepled under his chin, while Victoria Langford paced like a caged panther in her designer heels. The large monitor in front of them showed a live feed from the storage room where Lila was being held now slumped against the wall, her makeshift bandage already dark with blood.Two of Voss’s men stood awkwardly in the doorway, the taller one pressing a gauze pad to the fresh graze on his shoulder.“She tried to escape,” the shorter man said, voice tight with lingering shock. “Little bitch got loose from the zip ties, kicked Marco in the balls, and damn near took my jaw off. She grabbed my gun held it on me like she knew exactly what she was doing. Said she belonged to Lucian Kane and threatened to blow my head off if we didn’t let her go.”Victoria stopped pacing. Her perfectly arched brows shot up. “

Chapter 95Twenty-two minutes later, the private elevator chimed.Lucian looked up from the blueprints just as the doors slid open. Donovan Mathew stepped out tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a simple black tactical jacket and jeans that still somehow looked military-sharp. His dark hair was cut short, jaw clean-shaven, and his eyes carried the quiet confidence of a man who had walked through hell more than once and come back stronger.“Don,” Lucian said, voice rough with genuine relief. He crossed the room in three strides and pulled his oldest friend into a hard, back-slapping hug.Don returned it just as fiercely. “Look at you, Luc. Still playing king of the castle. Though you look like shit right now bags under your eyes, wrinkled shirt. When’s the last time you slept or ate?”Lucian pulled back, a tired smirk tugging at his mouth. “Sleep’s been optional. Food… hasn’t happened in days.”They moved to the war room area. Soph

Chapter 97The war room had grown quieter after the meal, the energy shifting from raw urgency to sharpened focus. Lucian stood at the head of the island, sleeves still rolled up, his broad frame casting a long shadow over the updated blueprints. Don sat nearby, legs stretched out, casually cleaning a combat knife he’d pulled from his bag old habit from years in the field. Ryan monitored the live feeds, while Sophia moved between her tablet and the secure line, her sharp eyes missing nothing.Sophia’s heels clicked to a stop beside Lucian. She glanced once at Don, then lowered her voice just enough for the inner circle.“New development,” she said, tone clipped and professional. “Asher Holt just landed at MIA. Private jet, no fanfare, but my sources confirm he’s heading straight for the board meeting Harlan called for tomorrow morning. He’s been quietly buying up shares for the last forty-eight hours enough to tip the balance if the vote goes against you.

Chapter 98Donovan Mathew moved like a shadow through the penthouse, finalizing the details with military precision. He had spent the last hour refining his approach to Asher Holt mapping the hotel where the hedge fund king was staying, identifying quiet entry points, and preparing a small kit of tools that didn’t leave traces. No guns. No overt threats. Just the kind of psychological pressure that broke powerful men without ever raising a hand.“Everything’s set,” Don said, slipping a slim black folder into his jacket. He looked at Lucian, eyes steady. “I’ll keep it clean. A private conversation in his suite. Remind him of the cost of crossing you right now. If he pushes, I have leverage on his last two offshore deals nothing public, but enough to make him sweat. I’ll be back before the extraction window.”Lucian nodded, gripping his friend’s shoulder once. “Bring him to heel. We can’t have the board fracturing while we pull Lila out.”Don gave a