All Chapters of Ruined By The Don's Enforcer : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Mia“Oh geez, is Alyssa dumb?” I groaned out loud, talking to no one in particular. “Who the fuck gets caught fucking her best friend’s boyfriend and still has the audacity to come begging for reconciliation?”I slammed the fridge door shut with more force than necessary, the bottles inside rattling loudly. The frustration was boiling over. I was standing in the kitchen trying to cook something decent for dinner, while Lila was sprawled on the couch in the living room, watching a movie and munching on popcorn like she didn’t have a care in the world.I stirred the pot of sauce aggressively, muttering under my breath.“Three whole years of sneaking around… and now she wants Dorla’s money again? After everything? The nerve of that bitch.” Lila’s voice floated in from the living room, lazy and amused.“Babe, you’re still mad about that?” I turned toward the doorway, wooden spoon in hand.“Yes, I’m still mad!” I snapped. “Because Dorla is our friend, and those two idiots used her like

~DorlaI can’t believe I actually survived a whole week without Arnold.Seven days felt like seven months. The mansion was too quiet, my bed was too cold, and every corner reminded me of him, the gym where he ruined me, the hallway where he pinned me against the wall, the car where he kissed me like he was starving.But here I was, standing outside the house, heart racing as I waited for their cars to pull in.The moment the black SUVs drove through the gate, my stomach flipped. I tried to play it cool, but the second the doors opened, I rushed forward.“Daddy!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around my father.He hugged me tightly, kissing the top of my head like he always did.“My princess. Did you behave while I was gone?”“Of course,” I lied sweetly, pulling back with a bright smile.My eyes immediately found Arnold.He stood a few steps behind my father, looking as tall, dangerous, and composed as ever in his black suit. But when our eyes met… something was off.His gaze was strang

~DorlaThey dragged both of us to the counselor’s office like we were criminals.Alyssa was still sniffling, blood smeared across her face, while I sat on the opposite side of the room with my arms crossed, breathing hard. My knuckles were red and stinging, but I didn’t care.The counselor, Mrs. Hargrove, looked between us with a mixture of shock and disapproval.“This is completely unacceptable,” she said sternly. “Fighting on school grounds? Dorla, you’re one of our top students. What on earth has gotten into you?”I didn’t answer. I just stared at the wall.Alyssa started crying again, playing the victim perfectly. “She attacked me for no reason! She’s crazy!”Mrs. Hargrove sighed heavily. “We have no choice but to report this to your father, Dorla. This kind of behavior…”“Do it,” I cut her off coldly, my voice flat. “Report me. Tell him everything. Do your worst.”The room went silent.Mrs. Hargrove blinked, clearly surprised by my tone. “Dorla… you do understand the consequences

~DorlaThe silence in the car was suffocating.Arnold drove with both hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, my heart hammering against my ribs. The alcohol was still buzzing in my veins, but it wasn’t enough to numb the shame crawling all over my skin.I could feel him glancing at me every few seconds.After several long minutes, Arnold finally spoke, his voice low and dangerously calm.“Where were you?”I didn’t answer at first. I just kept staring out the window, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood.“Dorla,” he said again, sharper this time. “Answer me.”I let out a bitter laugh, turning to look at him.“Why do you care?” My voice cracked. “You said you were tired of my body, remember? You told me to get out. That you didn’t need me anymore.”Arnold’s jaw clenched so hard I thought it might break. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t apologize. He just kept driving, eyes fixed on the roa

~ArnoldWe returned to the mansion much later than we should have. The sun had already set by the time I dropped Dorla off near the main entrance. She gave me one last lingering look before disappearing inside, her short dress still wrinkled from our time in the car.I went straight to the guards’ quarters, exhausted but wired. The moment I stepped into my room, I stripped and headed for the shower, letting the hot water beat down on my shoulders, trying to wash away the scent of her skin and the memory of her riding me so desperately.I was still under the spray when I heard a firm knock on the door. By the time I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped out, the person was gone.A small folded note had been left neatly on my bed.I picked it up and opened it.Arnold, You will join us for dinner tonight at 9 PM sharp. No excuses. — Vincenzo De Luca.I stared at the note for a long moment.“Oh gosh… why the stress,” I muttered under my breath, dragging