All Chapters of The Don’s Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

---POV: Seraphina---I was tired of being invisible. So I decided to be UNFORGETTABLE.The highlights were new. The skirt was new. The pantyhose? I'd never worn them before. They felt strange against my skin. Wrong. But also right. Because I was WRONG. I was the wrong girl in the wrong family doing the wrong thing. And for once, I didn't care.Blackthorn Academy loomed before me like a monument to everything I hated. Its stone walls had witnessed four years of my suffering. Four years of whispers. Four years of laughter at my expense. Four years of being the nerdy girl who belonged to Family No. 2 but acted like she belonged to nothing at all.Not anymore.The iron gates creaked open. Students flooded the courtyard. Graduation day. The day I was supposed to smile, accept my diploma, and fade into obscurity. The day I was supposed to be grateful for surviving.I stepped through the gates.And everything changed.Whispers rippled through the crowd like wildfire. Heads turned. Eyes wid

--- POV: Seraphina --- Yesterday, my world shattered. I found them in the east hallway. The one nobody used. The one where the lights flickered and the floor tiles were cracked. I'd been looking for Marcus. He said he had something important to tell me. Something about our future. I should have known better. Vivian's laugh echoed first. That high, musical sound she used when she was about to destroy someone. I'd heard it a thousand times. Usually directed at me. Then I heard Marcus's voice. "Shh, someone might hear." I froze. My feet wouldn't move. My heart wouldn't beat. Something was wrong. I knew something was wrong. But I couldn't stop myself from stepping closer. The hallway opened up. A small alcove. Hidden from view. They were pressed against the wall. Vivian's designer dress was bunched around her waist. Marcus's hands were on her hips. His pants were undone. I stood there. Watching. Unable to look away. Their first time. He promised me it would be their first tim

---POV: Seraphina---The iron gates of Blackthorn Academy loomed before me like the jaws of a beast.Four years. Four years I'd walked through these gates as prey. As nothing. As the girl who made herself small so she wouldn't be eaten alive.Not anymore.The morning sun caught my hair. The highlights blazed like fire. Gold. Bold. Everything I wasn't supposed to be.I stepped through the gates.And the whispers began."Is that Seraphina Blackwood?""What happened to her hair?""Look at her skirt! It barely covers anything!"I didn't flinch. I didn't look down. I didn't shrink.I walked.My heels clicked against the cobblestone. Click. Click. Click. Each step a declaration. Each step a middle finger to every person who'd made me feel small.Students parted like the Red Sea. Their eyes followed me. I felt their stares like physical touches—some curious, some cruel, some just shocked.Vivian stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by her usual entourage. She was wearing white.

---POV: Seraphina---The air itself seemed to hold its breath.I stood on the statue, exposed. My bare breasts caught the morning light. The crowd below me was frozen, their cameras still raised, their mouths open. I should have felt shame. I should have felt fear. But all I felt was freedom.So this was what it felt like. To finally stop caring.The teachers were frozen mid-climb, their faces red with fury and shock. Students were snapping photos. The flashes blinded me, but I didn't close my eyes. I let them see. I let them capture this moment. The moment Seraphina Blackwood became unforgettable.And then I saw Vivian's face.Pure, unadulterated rage.She was livid. Her platinum hair was wild, her perfectly manicured hands were clenched into fists. She looked like she wanted to climb the statue and tear me down herself. The photos of me exposed would be everywhere. And Vivian couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand that I'd taken control. She couldn't stand that I wasn't cowering an

--- POV: Seraphina --- The world was silent. Not the kind of silence that comes from peace. The kind that comes from shock. From disbelief. From everyone in that courtyard watching the girl who'd been nothing for four years become something they couldn't look away from. Damian's hand hung in the air between us. Strong. Capable. Offering me everything I'd ever wanted. And I couldn't take it. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. I wanted to feel his fingers wrap around mine. I wanted to feel his warmth. I wanted to know what it was like to be chosen by someone like him. But I was Seraphina Blackwood. And I was done being saved. I looked at his hand. At the sharp lines of his fingers. At the subtle strength in his wrist. This was the hand of a killer. The hand of a man who'd probably ended lives without blinking. And he was offering it to me. I huffed. A small sound. Dismissive. Defiant. Then I raised my middle finger. High enough for everyone to see. High enough for Vivian to se