Semua Bab Ruin Me,DADDY: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61The study felt smaller after the anonymous tip about the private investigator.Lucian stared at my phone screen, the message glowing like a threat in the dim light. His jaw worked, the muscle ticking hard. The tender afterglow from our moment on the sofa was gone, replaced by the cold, sharp edge of war.“Victoria’s digging into Ethan,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Every text, every hotel, every fight. She wants to paint you as the girl who jumped from one man’s bed to mine for money.”I swallowed hard, but something inside me shifted. Instead of shrinking, I felt a spark of anger flare hot and bright.“Then we fight fire with fire,” I said, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded. “We release the full timeline of how Voss blackmailed us. We show the world the real story before she twists it.”Lucian looked at me, eyes narrowing with a mix of pride and hunger. His hand slid up my thigh, possessive.

Chapter 63The grainy elevator footage played on Lucian’s laptop screen on a loop.My back against the wall, Lucian’s hand disappearing under my dress, my head thrown back in pure pleasure. The timestamp glowed in the corner the exact night everything began.Lucian’s arms were steel bands around my waist. He hadn’t let go since the message arrived.“She wants you to break by midnight,” he said, voice low and lethal. “She wants you to call me an abuser on camera so the world turns on us.”I stared at the screen, heart hammering, but something inside me had changed. The fear was still there, sharp and cold, but it no longer owned me. I turned in his arms and met his eyes.“Then we don’t give her what she wants,” I said, surprised by how steady my voice sounded. “We release our own statement first. Not defensive. Offensive. We tell the truth the full timeline of Voss’s blackmail, the shooting, the recording device, everything. We

Chapter 65The study reeked of sex and fury.Lucian’s cum was still dripping down my thighs when the radio crackled again.“Sir, eight more of Voss’s men in custody. They’re breaking fast gave us the location of Victoria’s private server in the Caymans. Tech team is already pulling files.”Lucian’s hand stayed fisted in my hair, holding me bent over the desk as he slowly pulled out. He slapped my ass once, hard, watching his cum leak from my swollen pussy.“Good,” he growled into the radio. “Drain that server dry. Send everything to me.”He tossed the radio aside and yanked me upright, spinning me to face him. His eyes were black fire.“Victoria just dropped another edited audio clip,” he said, voice rough. “She’s calling you my paid whore on every major network.”I should have felt shame. Instead, something fierce and hot bloomed in my chest.“Then we hit back harder,” I said, voice steady. “We release the full unedited

Chapter 67The study clock read 12:47 a.m.The midnight deadline had come and gone, yet the mansion remained silent except for the low hum of the air-conditioning and the occasional crackle of the security radio. Lucian stood behind the desk, both hands braced on the mahogany surface, staring at the blank screen where Victoria’s last threat had appeared. His jaw was locked, the muscle ticking steadily. Pain still lingered in the set of his shoulders, but he refused to sit down.I stood beside him, arms crossed, the weight of the situation pressing on my chest like a physical force. No panic this time. Only clarity.“We don’t wait for her next move,” I said, breaking the heavy silence. “We release the warehouse footage at 1 a.m. The full unedited clip where Voss fires first. Then we drop the recording-device audio where she and Derek admit they’re working together. We flood every platform before she can spin the elevator footage.”Lucian t

Chapter 69The study clock read 3:47 a.m.The latest evidence package Lucian and I had released was spreading faster than we could track. Arrest numbers climbed on every live ticker: forty-two of Voss’s men now in custody. The warehouse footage played on loop across major networks. The raw audio of Victoria and Derek admitting to the recording device mission was being replayed on every late-night broadcast. The financial trail we had exposed direct payments from Victoria’s offshore accounts to Voss’s operatives was trending under “Corporate Conspiracy.”Lucian stood at the center of the room, arms folded, eyes locked on the wall of screens. His face was hard, focused, but the slight tightness around his eyes showed the pain from his injuries was still biting. He refused to sit.I remained at the desk, refreshing the reaction tracker every thirty seconds. The narrative had flipped hard. Headlines that once called me “the CEO’s mistress” now