All Chapters of My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

INDIGOI went alone.I told Leah I didn’t need moral support. I knew exactly what her “offer” really was — just an excuse to come see her fiancé and play the supportive cousin while secretly showing him off. I strongly refused. I didn’t need her there. I had this. And some dark, guilty part of me wanted to soak him in alone, without her presence ruining the filthy fantasy I’d been living in for weeks.I wore a fitted black skirt that hugged my ass and stopped just above my knees, knee-high leather boots that made my legs look endless, and a cropped blazer over a thin white blouse. Professional on the outside. A bad decision on the inside.His office was intimidating — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, multiple screens on the walls showing live sports feeds, shelves lined with awards and trophies, and a massive modern desk that made him look like he owned everything in sight.The second I stepped inside, my pussy clenched hard.He sat behind the massive desk in a perfectly

INDIGO“You did what?” Mom stared at me from across the kitchen island, her coffee cup frozen halfway to her lips, eyes wide with disbelief.I poked at the pancakes on my plate with zero enthusiasm, the syrup pooling uselessly around them. My appetite had disappeared the moment I stepped into my parents’ house on the outskirts of the city this weekend. “I got sent home for a week, Mom. On my very first official day. He called me out in front of the entire staff like I was some irresponsible teenager and told me not to come back until next Monday.”Dad, who had been pretending to read the newspaper at the end of the table, finally lowered it. His brows furrowed in that protective way he always got whenever someone messed with his daughter. “That’s ridiculous. Did you at least get a chance to explain what happened? Traffic? Alarm issues? Anything?”I let out a bitter, humorless laugh and pushed my plate away. “I tried. I opened my mouth and he cut me off before I could even finish sayin

DARIOI had been staring at the document for five minutes without reading a single word of it.The partnership agreement for broadcast rights sat open in front of me, my pen resting exactly where I’d left it. I knew every clause by heart. My eyes moved across the lines, but nothing registered. It was as if my brain had stepped slightly out of sync with the rest of me.Across the desk, Caleb sat patiently.He was leaning back in the chair opposite mine, one leg crossed over the other, hands loosely folded. He had always been like that, even as a kid. Patient in a way I had never been. Where I pushed, he waited. Where I decided, he considered. It used to irritate me when we were younger. Now it just made him the only person who could sit in silence with me for more than a minute without forcing conversation.He did not rush me. He did not ask what I was doing. He simply watched, as if this was normal.It was not normal.I turned a page without reading it.My mind kept slipping back to t

DARIOBy eight-thirty that morning, I had already rejected three story pitches, rewritten two headlines, and questioned the career choices of an entire production team. It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.Rico walked into my office carrying a mug of coffee. One look at my face, and he shook his head with a familiar sigh. “I feel sorry for whoever annoys you today.”I didn’t bother looking up from the report in front of me. “They’re usually the ones who should feel sorry.”“I’ve never met anyone who says that without sounding like a movie villain.”“I’m not interested in being likable.”“No,” he agreed, settling into the chair opposite me. “You’ve made that abundantly clear.”I finished reading the article in my hand before placing it back on the growing pile with a sharp motion. “This is embarrassing.”Rico reached for it. “Whose is it?”“It doesn’t matter.”“It clearly does to you.”I tapped the page once, my voice flat. “This reporter spent nine hundred words describing a hockey game w

INDIGOIf someone had told me a month ago that I’d be standing on the tarmac of a private terminal with a FanHub media pass hanging around my neck, preparing to board a flight to New York for work, I would’ve laughed until I cried.Instead, here I was.The crisp September morning carried the distant scent of jet fuel, and the sleek white FanHub charter sat waiting a few yards away, its polished exterior gleaming beneath the California sun. Crew members moved with efficiency, loading camera cases and production equipment while members of our team checked in with one another before boarding.I still couldn’t quite believe I belonged among them.For the hundredth time since leaving my apartment, I looked down at the laminated credential hanging against my blouse.Indigo Derrin.Junior Sports Writer.My fingers traced the company logo before I smiled to myself.It was real.Last night had been a whirlwind.Leah had practically taken over my bedroom after Dario’s text, insisting half my wa