All Chapters of Ruin Me,DADDY: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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justice served

**Chapter 85: Justice Served**The courtroom smelled of polished wood, old paper, and barely contained rage. I sat in the front row behind the prosecutor’s table, my hand clasped tightly in Lucian’s. My body still ached from giving birth just days ago, but nothing could have kept me from being here today. Not stitches. Not exhaustion. Not even the persistent fear that had taken up permanent residence in my chest since Damian’s photo of Hope’s isolette appeared on my phone in the middle of the night.Lucian sat rigid beside me, dressed in a charcoal three-piece suit that made him look every inch the merciless billionaire. The faint bulge of bandages under his shirt was the only reminder of how close I’d come to losing him. His thumb stroked slow, possessive circles over the back of my hand—commanding even in silence. A reminder: *I’m here. You’re mine. We end this today.*Alexander sat on my other side, jaw tight. Bella stood behind us like a bodyguard, arms crossed, her eyes scanning

Lingering shadows

**Chapter 86: Lingering Shadow**The estate felt different in the days after the sentencing—like a house that had finally exhaled after holding its breath for years. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the master bedroom, warming the rumpled silk sheets where Lucian and I lay tangled together. My body still ached in that deep, postpartum way, but the pain was nothing compared to the bone-deep relief of knowing Derek and Victoria would never walk free again.Yet relief was a fragile thing in our world.Lucian’s fingers traced lazy patterns along my bare spine, possessive even in sleep. His shoulder was healing slower than he wanted, the fresh scar a raised pink line across his skin that I kissed every morning like a prayer of thanks. He stirred beside me, steel-gray eyes cracking open. The moment they focused on me, that familiar hungry darkness flooded them.“Morning, princess,” he rasped, voice gravel-rough from sleep and last night’s activities. He rolled me gently beneath

Healing at Home

**Chapter 87: Healing at Home**The drive home from the hospital felt surreal, like stepping out of a long, terrifying dream into something almost too bright to believe. Lucian drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on my thigh, his touch warm and grounding. In the back seat, I sat beside the car seat where Hope slept peacefully for the first time without monitors or tubes. She looked so small, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Five pounds and twelve ounces of pure miracle.“She’s really coming home,” I whispered, reaching back to brush a feather-light finger over her cheek. Tears blurred my vision again. I had cried more in the past few weeks than in the last five years combined.Lucian glanced at the rearview mirror, his steel-gray eyes softening in a way only our children could make them do. “She is. And she’s never leaving our sight again, princess. Not until she’s strong enough to run circles around he

Betrayal

**Chapter 88: Betrayal Within**The nursery smelled of baby powder, warm milk, and the faint lavender scent from the diffuser Lucian had insisted on installing. I rocked Hope gently in the oversized chair, her tiny body warm and heavy against my chest after a full feeding. At just over six pounds now, she was finally starting to fill out the newborn onesies that had once swallowed her. Her dark lashes fluttered in sleep, one fist curled near her cheek.Lucian stood in the doorway watching us, arms crossed, jaw tight. The relaxed husband of the past few days had vanished overnight. In his place was the predator—shoulders squared, eyes sharp, the weight of command settling back onto him like a second skin.“She’s safe here,” I said softly, not looking up. “We triple-checked the monitors. New codes. New cameras.”“Not safe enough.” His voice was low, edged with that dangerous calm I knew too well. “Not while there’s a snake in our garden.”The words from Ryan’s late-night call still hung

shocking Betrayal

**Chapter 89: Shocking Betrayal**Chaos exploded in the conference room.Ryan moved with a speed I never expected from the man who had always seemed steady, almost fatherly in his loyalty. The small black pistol in his hand gleamed under the recessed lights as he backed toward the door, calm and calculated.Lucian lunged like a beast unleashed, but Ryan fired a warning shot into the ceiling. Plaster rained down. Bella shoved me behind her with surprising strength, her own weapon already drawn from somewhere on her person. Alexander positioned himself in front of the doorway that led toward the family wing, face pale but resolute.“Stay back, Lucian,” Ryan said, voice eerily even. “I don’t want to kill you. Not yet.”“You son of a bitch.” Lucian’s voice was pure venom, low and trembling with rage. The man who had flatlined and come back from death looked ready to tear Ryan apart with his bare hands. “Twenty years. I trusted you with my life. With my wife. With my children.”Ryan’s smil

Next Generation

**Chapter 90: Next Generation**The nursery glowed with soft morning light filtering through sheer curtains. Hope nursed contentedly at my breast, her tiny hand fisted against my skin, making soft suckling noises that melted something deep inside me. At nearly seven pounds now, she was transforming before our eyes—losing that fragile, translucent look and gaining the rosy plumpness of a thriving baby.Lucian stood beside the rocking chair, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips. The scar on his shoulder had faded to a silvery line, but it would always be there—a permanent reminder of how close we had come to losing everything. His large hand cupped the back of Hope’s head with infinite gentleness while his other rested possessively on my bare shoulder.“Another one,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. “Alexander is going to make me a grandfather.”The word seemed to stick in his throat. I looked up at him, searching those steel-gray eyes that had once looked at me like pr

The Final warning

**Chapter 91: The Final Warning**My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stood in Lucian’s office, the heavy oak desk between us like a fragile shield. The package lay on the polished surface—plain brown cardboard, no return address, postmarked from a dummy company in Panama. Security had scanned it for explosives, toxins, and electronics. It had passed. But I knew better. Some weapons didn’t need to explode on contact.Lucian watched me with those steel-gray eyes, arms crossed over his broad chest. His jaw was locked so tight a muscle ticked. The scar on his shoulder peeked from beneath his black button-down, a permanent reminder that even the strongest men could bleed.“Open it, princess,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Or I will.”I swallowed hard and sliced through the tape with a letter opener. The flaps parted to reveal a padded envelope inside. My fingers trembled as I pulled out its contents.First came the ultrasound images.Not Maya’s baby. Hope’s.Multiple angles of our tin

Blood Ties

**Chapter 92: Blood Ties**The guest wing smelled of antiseptic and tension. I stood just inside the doorway, arms wrapped around myself, watching as our private doctor finished stitching the worst of Chuck’s wounds. The man who had once been Derek Voss’s golden son now looked like something dragged through hell—pale, bloodied, and trembling with adrenaline crash.“Please,” Chuck rasped, his voice hoarse as he looked straight at Lucian. “I have nowhere else to go. They’ll kill me. My own father put the hit out. I betrayed him for you—for this family. Protect me. Just until we end this.”Lucian stood like a statue carved from ice and steel, arms crossed, jaw locked. The reluctance rolled off him in waves. He didn’t trust easily, and Chuck carried Voss blood—the same blood that had tried to destroy us for years. Even after Chuck had delivered the evidence that buried Derek and Victoria, Lucian’s protective instincts warred violently with old hatreds.“You expect me to shelter the son of

Home invasion

**Chapter 94: Home Invasion**The gunshot cracked through the bedroom like thunder.My bullet caught the second intruder high in the shoulder. He staggered backward with a guttural curse, but he didn’t go down. These weren’t ordinary thugs. These were Damian’s elite—highly trained, heavily armed, and willing to die to destroy us.Lucian didn’t waste the opening. Still choking the first man, he roared and slammed him harder into the wall. The intruder’s head cracked against the plaster with a sickening thud. But the second man was already recovering, raising his rifle again with his good arm, blood pouring down his tactical vest.“Get down!” Lucian bellowed at me.I dropped to my knees, shielding Hope with my body as another burst of gunfire ripped through the room. Bullets shattered the mirror behind me, sending glass raining across the floor. Hope’s screams pierced my soul, high and terrified. My hands shook as I tried to soothe her while keeping my own gun ready.Lucian released the

cost of protection

**Chapter 95: Cost of Protection**The morning after the invasion dawned blood-red and unforgiving.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of our temporary bedroom in the east wing, staring out at the ocean while the estate cleanup crew worked silently below. Shattered glass had been swept away, blood scrubbed from marble, but the scars remained. Bullet holes pockmarked the walls of our master suite like ugly reminders. Our home—our sanctuary—had been violated.My stitched arm throbbed under the fresh bandage. Hope slept soundly in the bassinet beside the bed, exhausted from a night of terror. She had finally settled only after hours of skin-to-skin contact with both Lucian and me.Lucian hadn’t slept.He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. Fresh bandages wrapped his shoulder where the wound had reopened during the fight. Bruises bloomed across his jaw and ribs. He looked every inch the warrior who had dragged us through hell, but the weight crushing his shou

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