All Chapters of Ruined by Mr Voss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The threat hung in the air of the safehouse living room, poison dripping from every word Diana spoke.Harrison didn't flinch or blink. But the tension in his massive shoulders tightened so hard I could hear the subtle creak of his leather jacket. His knuckles turned stark white at his sides.“You won't get the chance,” Harrison rasped out, his voice dropping into a deadly, silent register that was infinitely scarier than shouting. “You cross that gate, Diana, and my legal team will slap you with a gag order before your driver can even clear the estate driveway.”Diana threw her head back, letting out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high marble ceilings.“A gag order?” Diana sneered, taking a slow step backward and smoothing down the front of her white fur coat. “Harrison. By the time your expensive lawyers file a single piece of paper, I’ll have done a live interview with three national news networks. The public loves a tragic mother saving her innocent daughter from a ruth

"Call the police then, Dad—because I’m not canceling a damn thing."Damien’s voice cracked, sharp and unhinged, shattering the terrified silence of the boardroom.He didn't back down. Instead, he slammed his fist onto the mahogany table, sending glasses with water rattling against the wood. His dark eyes—so eerily similar to Harrison’s, yet lacking any of the raw steel—and with the desperation of a man who knew he was cornered.“You think a USB drive scares me?!” Damien spat, glaring at the board members who were already shrinking back in their chairs. “Look at him! He’s threatening his own son to protect his mistress! That drive is a fake, fabricated by his private security to cover up what he was doing in that penthouse bedroom!”Diana stood up smoothly beside him, wrapping her white fur coat tighter around her shoulders. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with toxic, calculated malice as she looked directly at the headboard member.“Damien is right,” Diana said, her voice dripp

Before Harrison could even speak, the massive glass windows of his office reflected a sudden flash of blinding light from the street thirty floors below.Outside, dozens of media vans, news helicopters, and screaming crowds were already swarming the front entrance of Voss Developments.The nightmare hadn't just begun—Daniel Vrit had just declared total war, and the whole world was watching.The news vans outside sounded like a swarm of hornets, their flashing red and blue lights stroking against the high windows of Harrison’s office.“...breaking news... Leaked court documents suggest a scandalous incestuous affair between titan Harrison Voss and his stepdaughter—”Harrison didn't look at the window, or at the screaming television screen embedded in his wall.He moved like a predator unleashed, dropping the satellite phone onto the glass desk before striding back toward the couch where I sat trembling. His eyes were dark, almost black with a terrifying, filthy hunger that made my puls

The sickening click of heavy steel handcuffs tightening around Harrison’s thick wrists echoed off the mahogany desk like a gunshot."Get your fucking hands off me," Harrison growled, his voice dropping into a register so dark and lethal it sent a physical shockwave straight down my spine.Even with three grown officers pinning his broad shoulders against the desk, he didn't look defeated—he looked like a caged predator waiting for the precise second to tear their throats out. His eyes locked onto mine, pitch-black and blazing with a raw, terrifyingly possessive fury."Harrison!" I screamed, lunging forward without thinking, my hands reaching for him.Before I could bridge the gap, the court bailiff threw a heavy arm across my chest, shoving me back with enough force to make my heels skid against the polished marble floor.“Miss, stay back!” the prosecutor ordered, stepping between us while smoothing the front of his tailored suit. “You are officially listed as the victim of aggravated

The grand ballroom went dead silent as the heavy double doors clicked open, the sound echoing off the high gilded ceilings.Harrison walked down the center aisle, flanked by his head of security and two senior federal defense attorneys. He was dressed in a pristine charcoal suit, entirely unbothered, looking every bit the ruthless titan who owned the room. There were no dramatic chains or broken locks—just the overwhelming, cold authority of a man who controlled every room he stepped into.“What is the meaning of this?!” Diana shrieked into the podium microphone, her icy composure instantly cracking into sheer panic. “Security! Arrest that man! He’s supposed to be in a high-security holding cell!”Not a single Carlton guard moved. Harrison’s lead attorney stepped forward, unbuttoning his suit jacket and pulling a certified court order bearing a red wax seal from his briefcase. He held it directly up to the primary broadcast camera, his voice carrying over the quiet hall with practiced