Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me,DADDY: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter 42The boardroom at Reed Enterprises felt like a battlefield.I stood at the head of the long glass table in the same black dress I had worn earlier, my hands clasped tightly in front of me to hide their trembling. The room was packed with grim-faced executives, lawyers, and board members. Their eyes bored into me some with pity, most with judgment, a few with outright disgust.The large screen on the wall played clips from the leaked video on mute. My face, my body, my submission to Lucian frozen in high definition for everyone to see. The audio of me moaning “Daddy” had already leaked across the internet, but here in this sterile room, the silence made it even more damning.The chairman, an older man named Richard Harlan, cleared his throat.“Miss Harper, thank you for coming on such short notice. As you know, the company is in crisis. The stock has dropped 47% since the video surfaced. Major investors are pulling out. The pres

Chapter 44The clinic room felt smaller with every passing hour.I stayed curled against Lucian’s uninjured side, my head resting on his shoulder, my hand gently over his bandaged chest. The heart monitor beeped steadily, a constant, fragile lifeline. He had slipped back into unconsciousness after that brief moment of awareness earlier, his body exhausted from the trauma and blood loss. The doctors had warned me again that the next twenty-four hours were critical. He was stable for now, but any sudden change could be fatal.I hadn’t left his side. I hadn’t eaten more than a few bites of the food the nurses brought. My body still carried the faint, sticky reminder of our last desperate union before he walked into that warehouse his cum dried on my thighs beneath the black shirt I refused to change out of. It was the only piece of him I had left while he fought for his life.The scandal outside these walls continued to rage.The full video

Chapter 46 Morning light filtered through the clinic blinds, casting long shadows across the room. I hadn’t slept more than a few restless minutes all night. My body ached from sitting in the same chair for hours, but I refused to move away from Lucian’s bedside. The black shirt I wore still smelled faintly of him, a small comfort in the middle of the storm. My thighs carried the last faint traces of our final connection before everything exploded, a private memory that no leaked video could take away. Lucian remained unconscious, his chest rising and falling with mechanical help. The doctors had checked on him twice during the night. His vitals were holding, but the second bullet had caused deeper damage than they initially realized. Infection risk was high. They had increased the antibiotics and pain management, but the next twelve hours would be decisive. I kept my hand wrapped around his, thumb tracing slow circles on h

Chapter 48 The afternoon light in the clinic room had shifted to a softer gold, but the tension inside felt sharper than ever. Lucian had slipped back into unconsciousness after those few precious minutes of awareness. His hand had gone limp in mine again, but the memory of his weak squeeze and the words “My good girl” still echoed in my chest like a lifeline. The doctors had checked him immediately and confirmed he was stable for the moment, but they warned that any further strain could be dangerous. He needed rest. His body was still fighting the blood loss and internal damage from the second bullet. I stayed right where I was, curled carefully against his uninjured side, my fingers laced with his. The black shirt I wore had become my armor and my comfort. I hadn’t changed. I hadn’t left the room. The world outside could burn the leaked video, the board’s emergency vote, the lingering threats from Voss’s scattered allies but I refused t

Chapter 50Soft afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn blinds of the private clinic room, casting gentle patterns across the floor.I remained seated close to Lucian’s bed, my fingers gently intertwined with his, refusing to break the connection even for a moment. The simple gray sweater and soft pants one of the nurses had quietly provided earlier now replaced the blood-stained black shirt I had worn for so long. The new clothes felt strange against my skin, but they were clean and practical. I still carried the memory of our last intense connection before the warehouse a private, intimate echo that no leaked video could erase.Lucian lay quiet and still, his powerful frame supported by machines and careful medical care. The heart monitor beeped in a steady rhythm, a fragile thread holding him to this world. The doctors had been in twice already, adjusting medications and checking wounds. They said he was holding his own, but the blood loss and