Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Don’s Ruin: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(FLASHBACK) --- POV: Seraphina Timeline: 2.5 Years Before Present --- The first day of filming was chaos. I stood in the corner of the soundstage, watching the crew rush around like ants on a mission. Lights were being adjusted. Cameras were being calibrated. Someone was yelling about craft services. And I was terrified. I'd done small roles before. Independent films. Music videos. Things that barely paid the bills but kept me visible. But Midnight Shadows was different. This was a real production. A real budget. A real chance to prove myself. And I was terrified that I'd fail. "You look like you're about to throw up." I spun around. Xander Vance was standing behind me, a cup of coffee in each hand. His smile was easy, warm, completely disarming. "I don't throw up," I said. "I just... internally combust." He laughed. It was a good laugh—genuine, unselfconscious. "Here." He handed me one of the cups. "Coffee. The secret weapon of actors everywhere." I took it. My fingers b

(FLASHBACK) --- POV: Seraphina Two Years Before The Premier --- The first time Xander and I slept together, I told myself it was perfect. We'd been dating for three months. Three months of dinners and flowers and whispered promises. Three months of him being exactly what I'd always wanted. So when he kissed me harder than usual one night, when his hands slid under my shirt, I let him. I wanted to want him. I'd been with one person before. One time. It had been rough and desperate and completely overwhelming. It had been in an abandoned hallway with a boy who'd masturbated to my picture. It had been everything I didn't know I needed. And I'd been trying to forget it ever since. Xander laid me down on his bed. The sheets were white. Expensive. They smelled like his cologne. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, my chest. His hands were warm but hesitant, like he wasn't quite sure what to do with my body. I closed my eyes and tried to feel something. "I've wanted this for so long,

(FLASHBACK) --- POV: Seraphina One year and six months before the Premiere --- The premiere screening of my blockbuster movie was supposed to be the best night of my life. Instead, it was the beginning of the end. I'd spent three hours getting ready. Hair. Makeup. A gown that cost more than most people made in a year. The cameras loved me. The fans screamed my name. I smiled until my cheeks ached, waved until my arm went numb, posed until my feet bled in their stilettos. But I couldn't enjoy any of it. Because Xander was there. And he was furious. I didn't know why at first. He'd been distant all night. Cold. Every time I looked at him, his jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on something else. Someone else. The other actors. The producers. The fans. He never let me go as much as an inch away from him. His hand was always on my arm, my waist, the small of my back. Possessive. Claiming. Like he was marking his territory. I'd had to plead with him to smile for the cameras. "Please,

--- POV: Seraphina Present (Just Before Return) --- The flashbulbs exploded like tiny supernovas. I blinked behind my practiced smile, the familiar weight of it pressing against my face. The smile that said: I'm fine. I'm happy. I'm exactly where I want to be. The lie tasted like honey on my tongue. "Seraphina! Over here!" "Seraphina, who are you wearing?" "Is it true you're still dating your Xander Cage?" "Seraphina! Look this way!" I turned toward the voice, tilting my chin just so. The cameras loved me. They always had. Three years of fame, three years of acting, three years of building a fortress around my heart. Three years since I'd walked out of Blackthorn Academy with cum in my hair and a stranger's jacket on my shoulders. Three years since I'd seen Damian Blackthorn's face. I pushed the thought away. I couldn't think about him. Not tonight. Not with Xander's hand digging into my arm like a vice. His fingers were too tight. They'd been too tight all night. His gr

--- POV: Damian The Present (Same Time as Seraphina's Fame) --- She was beneath me, her legs spread, her body trembling. I was inside her. Thrusting. Taking. Trying to find something that wasn't there. Her name was... something. I didn't remember. She was the daughter of some billionaire, some politician, someone who wanted a piece of the Blackthorn empire. They always gave me their daughters like offerings. They always hoped I'd remember them. I never did. I slammed into her. Hard. Savage. The way I'd been with Seraphina. The way I'd taken her in that abandoned hallway, rough and desperate and completely undone. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, my cock moving in and out of her with wet, smacking sounds. The bed creaked beneath us. Her breath came in ragged gasps. She moaned. Fake. Hollow. I heard the performance in her voice, the calculation in her movements. I felt nothing. Her cunt was tight. Wet. Willing. It gripped me, squeezed me, pulsed around my l