Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me,DADDY: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

**Chapter 75: Gala Trap**Ten days later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our master suite, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me.The deep emerald green gown hugged my body carefully, flowing elegantly over my growing belly while concealing the bulletproof vest beneath. My hair was swept into a soft updo, diamonds sparkling at my throat and ears—gifts from Lucian that felt more like armor tonight than jewelry. The bed rest had left me pale, but makeup and sheer determination painted strength across my face.“You look breathtaking,” Lucian murmured behind me, his voice low and rough. His hands settled on my hips, pulling me gently back against his chest. He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo that made him look every inch the dangerous king he was. “But I still hate this plan.”I met his eyes in the mirror. “We talked about this. We show the world the Kanes don’t cower. We stand united. For Alexander and Maya. For our baby. For all of us.”His jaw tightened,

**Chapter 77: Face to Face with Evil**The days following the bloody gala were a storm of consequences and fragile recovery.I remained on strict bed rest, but the universe refused to grant me peace. My body had taken another hit—stress-induced contractions that Dr. Harlan barely managed to stop. Monitors surrounded me constantly. Lucian barely slept, dividing his time between staying glued to my side and coordinating the manhunt for Damian, Derek, and Victoria.The media had gone feral. Headlines screamed about the “Gala Massacre” and the Kane family’s ongoing war. Some painted us as victims. Others called us reckless for attending while I was pregnant and on bed rest. Alexander and Maya’s engagement had become tabloid fodder, with Maya receiving death threats from Derek’s remaining loyalists.But the worst part was the silence from Damian.No calls. No gifts. No taunting messages for three full days.It felt like the calm before the final annihilation.---On the fourth night, I wok

**Chapter 79: Touch and Go**The code blue alarm echoed through the ICU like a death knell.I watched in frozen horror as doctors and nurses swarmed Lucian’s bed. His powerful body jerked violently under the defibrillator paddles.“Clear!”The first shock hit. His chest arched off the bed.Nothing.“Again! Charge to 300!”I slid down the wall, legs giving out completely, one hand clutching my lower abdomen where the fresh C-section incision still burned. “No… Lucian, please…”Bella was suddenly beside me, arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, holding me together as I shattered. Alexander and Maya stood in the doorway, faces pale with terror. Even Chuck had come, standing silently like a shadow of reluctant family.“Clear!”The second shock tore through him. The monitors screamed, then… a single, beautiful beep broke through the chaos.“We have rhythm!” Dr. Harlan called out. “Sinus rhythm. He’s back.”Relief crashed over me so hard I sobbed against Bella’s shoulder. They stabilize

**Chapter 81: Second Vows**The Florida sun poured golden light across our estate lawn, softening the edges of everything it touched. White roses and peonies climbed trellises and spilled from vases, their sweet fragrance mixing with the salty breeze off the ocean. It wasn’t a grand spectacle like our first wedding—no five-hundred guests, no flashing cameras, no pressure. Just us. Our family. The people who had bled and fought and loved alongside us through every storm.I stood barefoot on the silk runner laid across the grass, wearing a flowing ivory gown that skimmed my curves and fell softly to my ankles. The fabric whispered against my skin with every breath. My hair tumbled in loose waves down my back, pinned with a single white rose. Simple. Elegant. Me.My hands trembled as I clutched a small bouquet of blush roses and baby’s breath. Not from nerves exactly, but from the overwhelming fullness in my chest. Two weeks had passed since Lucian flatlined in that ICU room. Two weeks o

**Chapter 83: Too Early**The delivery room lights were too bright, too clinical, stripping away any illusion of control. Monitors beeped frantically around me, tracking contractions that felt like they were tearing my body in half. I gripped Lucian’s hand so hard I was sure I’d leave bruises, but he didn’t flinch. His face hovered above mine—pale from his own recent brush with death, jaw locked in that familiar, unyielding determination.“Breathe, princess,” he commanded, voice low and rough despite the exhaustion lining his eyes. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. You’ve got this.”Another contraction slammed into me, vicious and unrelenting. I cried out, arching off the bed as pain radiated from my spine around to my belly. “It’s too soon… Lucian, she’s too early. I can’t—”“You can.” His good arm wrapped as much around me as the wires and monitors allowed. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but his touch remained steady. “You carried Alexander through hell. You survived kid