All Chapters of Ruin Me,DADDY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31Noon was coming fast.The clock on the wall of the safe house ticked mercilessly toward the deadline Derek Voss had set. My mother Elena Harper was now his prisoner. Ryan was still being held somewhere. And the full sex video of me and Lucian was set to drop in less than two hours unless Lucian publicly resigned as CEO and handed over the Meridian files.I stood frozen in the middle of the bedroom, Lucian’s black shirt still hanging off my body, his cum from our desperate union still slowly drying on my thighs.Lucian paced like a caged tiger, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal as he barked orders to his team.“Get eyes on every known Voss property. I want locations, security details, everything. And prepare the counter-package all his dirty accounts, the bribes, the offshore shell companies. If he releases that video, we release everything on him at the same time.”He hung up and turned to me, his bandaged chest rising and falling with controlled pain. His e

Chapter 33The countdown on my phone hit 00:12:47.Twelve minutes and forty-seven seconds until the full video dropped.I stood frozen in the middle of the safe house, Lucian’s black shirt barely covering me, his dried cum still on my thighs, while the man I loved walked out the door alone to face Derek Voss.He hadn’t even let me say goodbye properly.The last thing he did was kiss me hard, look me in the eyes, and say:“Stay here. Do not leave this house for any reason.”Then he was gone.I sank to my knees on the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably.My mother was tied up with a knife at her throat.Ryan was still a hostage.The entire world was about to see me on my knees calling Lucian “Daddy” while he fucked me in his office.And Lucian injured, bleeding, running on pure rage and love had just walked straight into the lion’s den.My phone buzzed.Another message from Derek Voss.I opened it with shaking hands.It was a live video feed.The camera showed Lucian entering a dimly l

Chapter 35 The panic room was a steel coffin. Dim red emergency lights cast everything in a hellish glow. The thick door was locked, but I could hear them outside heavy boots, muffled voices, the low whine of cutting tools against metal. Derek Voss’s men were already inside the house. The automated voice had gone silent. Power was completely gone. Only the backup battery kept the panic room lights flickering. I sat huddled in the corner, knees to my chest, Lucian’s black shirt wrapped around me like a shroud. His scent still clung to the fabric smoke, leather, and the faint trace of sex. He was dead. I kept repeating it in my head, but it wouldn’t sink in. The man who had carried me to his penthouse that first night, who had called me “princess” while he ruined me, who had whispered “I love you” with his cock buried deep inside me was lying in a pool of blood on a

Chapter 37 The SUV raced through the dark Florida backroads, sirens silent but lights flashing as Lucian’s private medical team worked frantically on him in the back. I sat squeezed beside the stretcher, clutching his blood-soaked hand with both of mine, my knuckles white. His skin was too pale, his breathing too shallow. The second bullet had torn through his side, and even with the vest stopping the first one, the damage was severe. Blood kept seeping through the fresh bandages no matter how tightly they wrapped it. “Stay with me,” I whispered over and over, voice hoarse from screaming. “You promised. You said you weren’t dying tonight. You told me you loved me. Don’t you dare leave me now.” Lucian’s eyelids fluttered. For one brief moment, his midnight-blue eyes opened and found mine. His lips moved, forming words with great effort. “Princess… I’m… still here.” Tears streamed down my fa

Chapter 39The private clinic room felt smaller with every passing minute.I sat beside Lucian’s bed, my hand wrapped tightly around his, refusing to let go even as the hours dragged on. The heart monitor beeped steadily, a constant reminder that he was still fighting, still clinging to life after taking two bullets for me and Ryan. The doctors had warned me the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours were critical. He had lost too much blood. The second bullet had caused internal damage that required emergency surgery, and now his body was exhausted from the trauma.I hadn’t slept. I had barely eaten the food the nurses brought me. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my body still carried the marks of our last desperate union dried traces of his cum on my thighs beneath the oversized black shirt I refused to change out of. It still smelled like him. Smoke, leather, and the faint musk of sex. It was the only thing keeping me grounded.The TV in t