Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me,DADDY: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

**Chapter 65: No Safe Place**The note in Sophia’s small, trembling hand felt like a live grenade.*“Sleep tight, little princess. Daddy can’t protect you forever. Choose which child we take next.”* A photo of Sophia sleeping peacefully in her bed, taken from inside her room, was clipped to it. The handwriting was neat. Clinical. Cruel.I held my daughter against my chest, rocking her as she cried. Lucian stood like a statue of rage, the note crushed in his fist. His freshly bandaged wounds and the lingering effects of the poison didn’t matter. The predator was fully awake.“No one touches my children,” he snarled to the head of security standing rigidly nearby. “I want every guard reassigned, every camera angle reviewed, and Thomas Reilly brought to me in chains within the hour. Find the breach.”Sophia’s sobs eventually quieted into hiccups. I kissed her dark hair, my free hand resting protectively over my lower abdomen where

**Chapter 67: Public Shame**The old boathouse smelled of salt, rot, and betrayal.I stood on the weathered dock, heart hammering against the bulletproof vest hidden beneath my dark jacket. Victoria Langford smiled like a predator who had finally cornered her prey, her gun pointed steadily at my chest. Behind her, Thomas Reilly — the mole who had sold us out for months — held a small detonator, his finger hovering over the trigger.“Surprise, little princess,” Victoria purred. “Did you really think we’d make it that easy? Mira was just the bait. You’re the prize.”Mira sat tied to a chair in the shadows, gagged and terrified, eyes wide with regret. I felt a complicated twist in my chest — old pain, old friendship, old wounds — but I kept my focus sharp.Lucian’s voice came through the tiny earpiece hidden in my ear. “We’re in position. Stay calm, princess. Bella has the shot.”I lifted my chin, meeting Victoria’s gaze. “It’s over, Victoria. You’ve lost. Derek’s finished. Damian’s runn

**Chapter 69: Bleeding Again**The pain was sharper this time.It wasn’t just a warning cramp. It felt like something inside me was tearing.I clutched Lucian’s shirt as he carried me through the corridors of the estate, my face buried against his neck. Blood continued to soak through my pants, warm and terrifying. Every step he took jolted me, sending fresh waves of agony through my lower abdomen.“Stay with me, princess,” Lucian whispered fiercely, his voice strained with fear and barely contained rage. “Breathe. Just breathe. We’re almost there.”Dr. Harlan had already called ahead. A private medical convoy waited at the estate’s rear entrance — armored ambulances disguised as luxury vehicles. Bella ran alongside us, issuing rapid orders into her comms. “Full escort! Clear the route! No one gets within fifty meters!”Sophia’s cries echoed behind us as nannies tried to calm her and Kai. Alexander’s voice cracked as he called out, “Mom! Please be okay!”I wanted to reassure them, but

**Chapter 71: Forgiveness**The days on bed rest began to blend together in a haze of monitors, gentle touches, and the constant, low hum of fear.I was now entering my second week of strict confinement. My body had stabilized—no more bleeding—but Dr. Harlan warned that any spike in stress could undo everything. Lucian had become my anchor. He rarely left the suite, working from the oversized desk he’d moved in, always keeping one eye on me and the fetal monitor.On a quiet Thursday afternoon, with sunlight streaming through the reinforced windows, Lucian sat on the edge of the bed, stroking my hair.“Mira wants to see you,” he said carefully. “Ethan relayed the request again. She’s willing to come here under heavy security. One last meeting. I told them no at first, but… this is your choice, princess. Partners, remember?”I searched his face. The old Lucian would have forbidden it outright. This version—the man who was learning to loosen his grip—waited for my answer.I nodded slowly

**Chapter 73: Public War**The media storm hit like a Category 5 hurricane.By morning, Derek Voss’s live rant had exploded across every platform. Clips of him disowning Maya, calling her a traitor and a whore, circulated millions of times. Tabloids, gossip sites, and even legitimate news outlets picked up the story. “Kane-Voss Feud Explodes: Billionaire’s Son in Forbidden Romance with Enemy’s Daughter” screamed one headline. Another: “Pregnant Lila Kane on Bed Rest as Family Faces New Threats.”Our estate was under siege from the outside. News vans lined the perimeter roads. Drones buzzed as close as security would allow. Helicopters circled overhead. Reporters shouted questions through the gates about Alexander and Maya’s relationship, my high-risk pregnancy, Lucian’s alleged criminal past, and whether we were “harboring a fugitive’s daughter.”Inside our fortified suite, the atmosphere was suffocating.I lay propped up in bed, monitors still attached, one hand resting on my belly w