All Chapters of Ruining Draco: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SELENA'S POVI need to get out of here. The thought screamed inside my head as I forced myself to maintain eye contact with Draco Castellano.“You’re shaking,” he said flatly. My pulse hammered painfully against my ribs, of course I was shaking... I was standing inches away from one of the most dangerous men in Italy. A man whose family was responsible for turning my wedding into a massacre and the man I had spent the entire night hating.I forced out a nervous laugh.“Public speaking terrifies me,” I lied. “And apparently so does walking.”One of the guards looked unimpressed, and Draco remained silent. God, why was he still watching me Most men would have walked away already.... instead, his dark eyes remained fixed on my face with an intensity that made my skin prickle. For one horrifying moment, I wondered if he somehow knew... If he felt the tracker hidden beneath his coat. If he knew exactly who I was...No, that was paranoia... It had to be.Draco still hadn't moved... the si

SELENA'S POVThe moment I stepped behind the velvet curtain separating the backstage area from the main club floor, I understood why Crimson Inferno had become legendary among Italy's elite.The place was beautiful and utterly depraved... from the shadows backstage, I scanned the crowd carefully.Crimson chandeliers hung from the ceiling like drops of blood. Gold accents reflected across polished black marble while expensive liquor flowed endlessly between tables occupied by some of the most powerful people in the country.Politicians, businessmen, actors and celebrities... men who smiled in public and bought sins in private.My skin crawled. Women moved gracefully across the club floor wearing elaborate masks and glittering dresses. Some danced on elevated stages beneath shifting lights while others sat beside wealthy guests, laughing softly at jokes that probably weren't funny.Everything felt carefully designed, luxury wrapped around corruption. A kingdom where money erased moralit

SELENA'S POVSilence... Not the comfortable kind, the dangerous kind. The kind that made every heartbeat sound deafening.For a long moment, neither of us spoke.Draco stood between me and the door, his broad shoulders blocking my only exit. His expression was carved from stone, but those steel-gray eyes... those eyes betrayed him.They were furious... not wild and not uncontrolled.The quiet, simmering fury of a man who had spent the last several minutes watching something he didn't like.I smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles from my crimson dress before looking back at him with a practiced smile."Well," I said lightly, "this is certainly a dramatic change of scenery. I enjoy your brother's company."He didn't smile, not even blink. Instead, a low growl vibrated deep in his chest. "Are you done?"I raised an eyebrow. "Done with what?""Flirting." His voice was clipped."With Daemon." He took one slow step toward me."With Diavolo." Another step."With Draven." Now only a few feet sepa

DRACO'S POVI watched the door click shut behind my brothers. Finally... Silence settled inside the private lounge, but it wasn't peaceful. It was heavy... suffocating. She stood there with her arms folded, the corners of her lips curled into an annoyingly satisfied smile."What?" I asked, unable to hide the irritation in my voice.She blinked innocently. "What?" she answered back."You're smiling," I pointed out, narrowing my eyes."Am I not allowed to?" she asked, her smile widening."It irritates me," I admitted flatly."Then perhaps," she replied sweetly, "you should stop staring at me."I clenched my jaw. Impossible... She was absolutely impossible. Most people avoided looking me in the eye. They lowered their heads before I even spoke. Not this woman. Every answer she gave felt like a challenge. Every smile felt like provocation."You seemed awfully entertained by Daemon," I remarked, keeping my voice cold.She shrugged lazily. "He was entertaining.""He was flirting but he has

SELENA'S POVThe air inside the estate was heavy, scented with cedarwood, cold stone, and the suffocating scent of expensive lilies.I stopped fighting him, not out of surrender, but because my lungs were burning and I needed to conserve my energy for the inevitable breakout I was already planning in the back of my mind.This bastard is stubborn like a bull. He didn’t dump me on the floor like a sack of potatoes, which was almost more insulting. Instead, he set me down with a strange, possessive gentleness just inside the foyer, his hands lingering on my waist for a fraction of a second too long.I smoothed my dress, pinning him with a glare that I hoped communicated enough venom to kill a lesser man."You have a flair for the dramatic," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline still racing through my veins. "Does kidnapping women off the club usually work out for you, or is this a special performance just for me?"He didn’t flinch. He just stood there, looking far too comfortab