All Chapters of Ruined by Mr Voss : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: Return of the storm

The black Rolls-Royce purred smoothly to a stop outside the grand entrance of the Voss estate, its headlights slicing through the thick coastal night. I stood completely frozen beside the fountain, heart hammering violently against my ribs as the car came to a halt, Harrison came out first. He looked exactly like a man who owned everything he touched. Crisp white travel shirt that strained noticeably across his heavily muscled chest and broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair slightly disheveled from the long flight, eyes already scanning the entire space with that familiar sharp, predatory intensity that always made my stomach tighten. My mom followed close behind him, elegant and radiant in a flowing dress that clung to her surgically enhanced figure, her face glowing with satisfaction from days in Lisbon.“Welcome home,” I forced the words out when I finally got to where they were, keeping my voice steady. The heavy guilt from the past days clawed viciously at my throat, as the memo

Chapter 12: Ghost login

The photo was still open on my screen when morning light crept through the curtains.I hadn’t slept, every time I closed my eyes I saw it. Someone had been standing in the garden long enough to document everything and build a case.I stared at the initials again, “D.”Damien, it has to be him, or is he not the one? I asked myself the question. The photo had been taken before the power went out, which meant whoever sent it had been outside while I was still in the shower, then probably turned off the light after. The timing made no sense and the more I turned it over, the worse it got.I dressed quickly, in a grey hoodie, shorts, hair pulled into a messy knot, and slipped into the hallway with just my sock on before the house stirred.The estate was different at this hour, the marble floors held the cold of the night and the light came in pale and thin through the tall coastal windows. I padded down toward the kitchen needing coffee more than answers, and nearly walked straight into

Chapter 13: The price of secrets

The name Delvane Holdings followed me through the rest of the afternoon like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I searched it between photo edits, corporate registry, news archives, and anything publicly linked. What came back was almost nothing. A shell company registered in the Cayman Islands. One director listed, no website, no press. The kind of company built specifically to not be found. Which meant whoever built it knew exactly what they were doing.I closed the laptop and stared out the study window at the grey coastal morning, turning it over in my head. Six weeks before the wedding. Ghost login, Delvane Holdings, the initials D, Marcus sending clips from day one of the honeymoon. Too many moving parts for one bitter ex.Dinner that night had too much underneath the quiet. Diana was in an expansive mood, talking about redecorating the east wing, asking Harrison about upcoming travel, filling every silence before it could breathe. She was good at that, covering gaps with sound the way

Chapter 14: Damien’s Game

I stepped back and let him in.Damien closed the door behind him and handed me the document without preamble. A corporate structure breakdown, Delvane Holdings mapped across three shell companies, directorships, and subsidiary accounts. At the bottom, a name that had been redacted in Harrison’s version of the file, was unredacted here.“Your father doesn’t have this,” I said.“No.”“How did you get it?”He dropped into the chair by the window, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. None of the casual sprawl from earlier, something more focused underneath it now. “I’ve been building a file on Vreeth for three months,” he said. “Not to help my father, but to have leverage over him.” He said it without remorse. “But when I saw the full scope, the planted login, the inside contact, the escalation, I understood this wasn’t just a corporate hit anymore.”“What is it then?”“Vreeth wants to burn everything.” His grey eyes held mine steadily. “The company, the family name, and anyone

Midnight Blackmail

Marcus had been texting all evening.I’d been ignoring every message, deleting them one by one, telling myself he would stop. Then the last one came through and my stomach dropped.Meet me at the south gate now. You have 10 minutes, or the footage goes live by morning.I stared at it for a moment, yanked on a pair of black leggings and a big baggy hoodie, and slipped out before I could talk myself out of it.The estate stretched silent past midnight, marble halls cold and endless under dim wall sconces. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a gunshot in the quiet. I moved carefully, avoiding the corridor outside Harrison’s study, staying close to the east wall where the security cameras had the widest blind spots.Outside, the coastal wind whipped my auburn hair across my face. The south gate loomed at the edge of the property, iron bars gleaming under a thin slice of moonlight. I walked through the fog and stopped firmly inside the perimeter, fingers gripping the cold metal.Marcu

Everything Has a Price

I couldn't sleep.I lay on top of the covers staring at the ceiling while the estate settled around me, listening to the particular silence of a house full of people keeping secrets. The fog had thickened outside my window, muffling the sound of the coast, and sometime around three in the morning I gave up pretending rest was coming and sat up in the dark.Marcus walking into that fog unhurried, that was the image I couldn’t shake off.Not the grip on my wrist, or the footage playing on his screen. Just that slow, unbothered walk away from Harrison Voss. A man most people didn’t walk away from at all, and the absolute absence of fear in it.He knew something we didn’t.I was still sitting with that when Harrison’s study light came on down the hall at six. I heard the low murmur of his voice through the walls, one call, then another, then a third that lasted forty minutes. By the time a pale morning light crept under my curtains, he had been on the phone for almost two hours.I dressed

Chapter 17: The Server

I barely lasted twenty minutes in my room before unlocking both locks and walking out.The estate was quiet and dark, the kind of deep midnight quiet that made every footstep feel too loud. I moved through the corridor toward Harrison’s study, the overheard words still sitting in my chest.If Vreeth relocated the server before the investigator could trace the credentials, everything we hold against Marcus would disappear. And whoever Damien was talking to in that corridor knew it was happening tonight specifically, which meant the information came from inside this operation, and Damien was closer to Vreeth’s network than he had admitted.I knocked on the study door twice. It opened in seconds.Harrison stood in the doorway in dark trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and loosened buttons, his phone in one hand, jaw tight. He had clearly not slept, his eyes read my face in one sweep.“What happened?” he said.“I need to tell you something.”He stepped back

Chapter 18: Shattered Trust

The drive back to the estate felt longer than the two hours it had taken on the way. The fog clung to the coastal road like a shroud, swallowing the headlights and turning the world into a narrow tunnel of asphalt and silence. Harrison’s hands stayed tight on the wheel, knuckles pale. I stared straight ahead, the investigator’s words echoing in my skull on repeat: paid for with a card registered to a Diana Moreau-Voss. I gripped my knees so hard my nails bit through.My mother. I remembered her hands on my face the day I arrived, telling me this is my home. Those same hands had signed for the rental vehicle that moved the server holding every piece of leverage against us. Against me. The betrayal sat like acid in my chest, burning hotter with every mile.We pulled through the iron gates just before dawn. The mansion loomed dark and quiet, only a few security lights cutting through the gloom. Harrison killed the engine. Neither of us moved for a moment.Then I reached for the door hand

Chapter 19: Quiet Cracks

Harrison’s phone screen glowed between us.The anonymous message sat there, cold and cutting, and neither of us moved for a long moment. The air in the study felt thick. I could still feel the warmth of him on my skin, the weight of what we had just shared still present in the room, and then those words dismantling all of it.“Who sent this?” I asked.“I don’t know yet.”“That’s not what I’m asking.” I turned to face him fully. “What truth? What are they talking about?”Harrison set the phone face-down on the desk. He moved to the window, hands clasped at his back, and looked out at the dark gardens below. The posture I recognised — the one that meant he was deciding how much to give.“Harrison.”“Not now please.” His voice was flat, the warmth from minutes ago completely gone.“That message is specifically about me,” I said. “About why you married my mother. I have a right to know what they’re referring to.”He turned. His eyes met mine and something moved through them — not evasion

Chapter 20: The Commission

The search result stared back at me from my laptop screen.I had typed Daniel Vreeth’s name with one addition — Harrison Voss — and what came back had stopped my breathing completely.A news article. Seven years old. Business section of a national publication.Voss Acquisitions swallows Vreeth Communications in a hostile takeover. CEO Richard Vreeth was forced out after eighteen months of corporate pressure. The company dissolved. Assets liquidated.Richard Vreeth.Daniel Vreeth’s father.Harrison hadn’t just cut Daniel Vreeth out of a deal two years ago. Seven years before that he had destroyed his father completely — took his company, dissolved it, left nothing. Richard Vreeth had built Vreeth Communications over thirty years and Harrison Voss had dismantled it in eighteen months.I sat at my desk in the dark and felt the full shape of it settle over me.Daniel Vreeth hadn’t spent four years building a revenge operation over a business dispute. He had spent seven years watching his

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