บททั้งหมดของ Ruin Me,DADDY: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

**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

**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

**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

**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

**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