Alle Kapitel von The Don’s Ruin: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 17

---POV: Seraphina---The hallway stretched before me like a gauntlet.I walked through the halls of Blackthorn Academy one last time. The stone walls held centuries of whispers. The stained glass windows cast colored shadows across my path. My heels clicked against the marble floor—click, click, click—a rhythm that matched my heartbeat.Snide remarks followed me like hungry wolves."Look at her. Still wearing his jacket.""Did you see what she did? She's insane.""She probably thinks she's famous now."I didn't slow down. I didn't look back. I'd spent four years listening to their voices. Four years letting them define me. I was done.But they weren't done with me.Vivian's laughter echoed from somewhere ahead. I rounded the corner and found them waiting. A wall of bodies blocking my path.Vivian stood in the center, flanked by her usual entourage. Marcus hovered beside her, his face pale and uncertain. He looked like he wanted to disappear. He looked like he wanted to crawl out of

I couldn't look away. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.It was thick. Thicker than I'd imagined a man could be-or maybe it was just him. The head was flushed, almost angry looking, and there was something wet glistening at the tip. His hand moved in a rhythm that made my thighs clench instinctively. He was stroking himself with a desperation that made me feel like a voyeur, like I was seeing something I shouldn't see, something private and sacred and— And he was looking at a picture. His phone was propped against a stack of books. The screen glowed in the dim light. I squinted, trying to make out the image— It was me. It was a photo from the statue scene. The moment I'd exposed myself. My breasts bare. My face triumphant. The image was grainy, clearly taken from far away, but it was undeniably me. He was masturbating to my picture. My face flushed hot. My stomach flipped. And between my legs, something deep and shameful throbbed with an intensity that made me gasp. I presse

---POV: Seraphina---I broke the moment. I couldn't let him see too much. Couldn't let him get too close.I reached down, grabbed my ruined skirt, and started walking toward my locker. My legs were shaking. My thighs were slick with his cum and my own blood. Every step sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through my body.But I didn't stop."Seraphina."His voice was rough. Confused. He didn't understand why I was walking away.I didn't care.I reached my locker. The metal was cold against my palm. The combination lock spun under my fingers—years of muscle memory guiding me through the numbers. 14-27-09. The day I'd first been bullied. The day I'd learned to disappear.I pulled it open.The locker was small. Cramped. But it held everything I needed. Fresh clothes. A clean pair of panties. A spare bra. A change of shoes. Years of being humiliated had taught me to be prepared.I could hear him behind me. Trying to stand. Trying to come after me."Seraphina, wait—"I didn't wait.I p

--- POV: Seraphina --- The doors of Blackthorn Academy swung shut behind me. I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I looked back, I'd see the stone walls that had held me captive for years. I'd see the courtyard where they'd laughed at me. Drenched me in fake blood. Ripped my clothes. I'd see the statue where I'd stripped myself bare. The statue where I buried my shame. And I'd see the hallway. The abandoned hallway where I'd given myself to a boy I'd never spoken to. A boy who'd watched me secretly for years. Who had masturbated to my face, probably a lot. A boy who'd taken my virginity like he was claiming something that had always been his. Something, like every other thing he owned. Aggressively like he was used to. His birthright. My body. I kept walking. The sun was warm on my skin. The air smelled like spring. I was experiencing warm feelings like never before. The world was still spinning, still alive, still moving forward. And so was I. I walked through the cou