All Chapters of Ruin me, Mr Billonaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ainsworth I ate my cake and sipped a little more wine, entertaining the investors of my wife's company.The word “wife” is new, but I love it.I am bored with the business speeches. My eyes search for my wife around the hall.Where did she go? I murmur to myself. I am worried because she doesn't seem to be in a bright mood.The clinking of glasses and the faces of the old men around my table don't make me feel better about her absence."Lavanda is lucky to have a man like you," one of them says.I am the lucky one to have her. She's helped my life more than these old men know.Seven years is a long time to let go of someone, but it's time for me. "I love you" is a constant phrase that I want to use every day on her."She's probably working on some project." One of them taps my hand, bringing me back to the moment."My wife loves work, but I don't think so," I reply to them. "She's probably looking for our daughter.""Then you don't know her at all. She's always running that brain of

Lavanda My head is nestled on something tough. I trace my fingers around it.My eyes are still closed. The scent alone is intoxicating, like wine.Why does this smell this good?I flip my eyes open to darkness. I can't see anything around me, but I can feel smooth brick.I leap out of bed searching for the lamplight.Got it. I flicked it on.The light is blinding me as I try to adjust, my head banging slightly.I had drunk too much. Claire and the bottle of champagne.I am so lightheaded. Why did I feel the need to take so much alcohol?Ainsworth. That's why.He's sleeping soundly facing me, his shirt ripped open.I swallow, watching the raw piece of abs I have been avoiding.It seems like most of his time was spent at the gym, even though I hardly see him there.Strands of blond hair on his forehead.He had brought me in here.Fuck. I slapped my head. I hadn't even acknowledged the board of directors or investors last night.I was just trying to get away from him.Being around him u

Lavanda We checked out of the hotel and drove straight to the house. The entire ride was suffocatingly quiet, save for Ainsworth’s occasional attempts at small talk. He kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, his low, quiet voice asking if the temperature in the car was fine, or if I wanted him to pull over for water. I knew what he was doing. He was checking on me, trying to gauge how deep the cracks ran after the incident with the pink bag.I didn't answer him beyond stiff, single-word nods. Right now, I didn't want to talk about anything. Everything I had to say, every ounce of grief and terror I felt, had already been washed down the shower drain. The tears, the guilt, the memory of Adrian—all of it stayed locked behind that bathroom door.By the time we pulled into the driveway, my mind was already shifting back into corporate mode. It was a defense mechanism, a cold shield I used to keep from falling apart. I was even considering getting Ainsworth a formal job position

Ainsworth I was sitting in the driver's seat of Lavanda's sleek black SUV, parked across the street with a perfect view of the towering glass entrance of her headquarters. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the surroundings, my mind kept drifting back to last night at the hotel suite. The memories were burning holes through my control—the fierce, desperate movements, the stubborn, beautiful way she had initially tried to resist my touch, and the breathless gasps she surrendered when I finally broke through her defenses. I had genuinely enjoyed giving her pleasure, bringing her to the absolute edge of ecstasy. But I was also a man. A man who was falling dangerously, hopelessly in love with his employer. I needed her to belong to me just as much as she needed a protector. I remembered waking up early this morning before the sun was fully up. I had stayed perfectly still in the quiet room, gently brushing a few stray strands of dark hair away from her face while she slept.

Lavanda"Ainsworth, stop!"My voice echoed down the corridor, but he didn't even slow down. His long, aggressive strides were carrying him toward the elevators—just seconds behind the security guards who were dragging a thrashing, Desmond toward the lobby.Panic surged through my chest, hot and blinding. If he touches Desmond, I am completely finished. The board of directors was already circling like vultures, looking for the slightest excuse to label me unstable, unhinged, or incapable of leading Closed Lips. A public, bloody brawl between my husband and my ex-husband on company grounds would be the final nail in my coffin.I had never seen a man act like this for me. The raw, unfiltered urge to protect me that burned in his eyes was terrifyingly reckless.I sprinted after him, my heels clicking against the floor. "I will wear the ring! If you stop right now, I will wear it!"Ainsworth froze. He stopped just inches away from the security team, his shoulders rigid. He slowly turn