Ruin Me Daddy Novels & Stories

"I've loved you, but you ruined everything. You made a fool out of me. You took everything away from me, and now you're doing it again. You're ruining me again!" Fury is visible in his eyes as he walked towards me. His balled fists are trembling. He's even clenching his jaws. "Your father ruined my mom's life!" "It wasn't my fault!" "Still. Everytime I look at you, my anger resurfaces. I remember how your father broke my mother's heart. I remember how he used her like a whore!"

And, with the smallest smirk, I tossed my bid aside. Ciaran could have it. A pity token. A momentary victory to feed his ego. But I knew—oh, I knew—he saw through my little act. I didn't care. "You shouldn't dwell on it too much, mija," my father says gently, snapping me out of my thoughts. I exhale a slow breath, leaning back again. "It wasn't worth the price." Another pause. Then, his tone softens, warmth laced in his voice. "Your mother and I miss you. You should visit us soon."

“I know—I know—fuck—I woke up like that—I tried to stop thinking about you but—fuck—I couldn’t—“ I was babbling. Crying. Whimpering. Because my pussy was soaking his cock. Every time he pulled back, I could hear it. That filthy little squelch like my body didn’t want to let him go. Like my cunt had already decided he was the only thing it would ever take again. “You ruined me,” I choked out, sobbing into the pillow as he bent over my back, teeth dragging down my spine. “You fucking ruined me, Daddy.” He didn’t stop. His cock drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.

Every fucking piece of him broke. She had admitted it—just like that. She had killed his father. The very man—the only person that had ever mattered to him aside from her and Nella. Yet somehow… somehow, it didn’t hurt as much as the crack underneath her voice. That little fracture destroyed him. His brows knitted, and he took a step closer. “You—” “You killed my father?” Jasmine’s heart shattered under the weight of that question. It felt like knives splitting through her ribs—but he didn’t waver.

He’d taught me to be ruthless, calculating, and untouchable. “Never allow anyone to control you using your weaknesses,” he’d said countless times throughout my childhood. “The moment someone discovers your vulnerability, you eliminate the threat. Immediately. Without hesitation.” If I truly wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps, I wouldn’t have hesitated with Mina. I would have dealt with her the moment she tried to blackmail me. I would have made her disappear, along with the video. But I hadn’t. And every day that passed made me feel more like a failure.

The harder I fucked her, the more I ignored the tremor in her breath, the faster the shame spread through me. It all started to feel toxic. Not the kind of ruthless power I built my empire on, but something far worse—familiar. Was I becoming him? Oh, God—no. Please, no. The thought made my throat tighten, my chest ache in ways I couldn’t admit aloud. Because if I was turning into my father, then there was no saving me. And Rielle… she deserved to be saved from me. I wasn’t cruel. I wasn’t him.I was just… damaged. Shattered in ways no amount of control or money could fix. And every time I looked at Rielle, I prayed she’d never see the cracks crawling beneath my skin.

I didn't want to be the broken girl today. "Daddy," I choked out, finding my feet at last. I rushed forward, ignoring the elegance of my new dress, and threw myself into my father’s arms. He caught me with the same solid, unwavering strength he’d had since I was a toddler, his familiar scent acting as the ultimate anchor.

I could see the plan, half-formed. Rip him out of his arms if I had to. “Yes. You must. At all cost… he is only going to ruin her like he ruins everything. He is incapable of caring for anything beyond his own selfish dark needs.” Blood pumped in my ears. My hands curled into fists. I could have killed him right there. I wanted to. “Say it with me…” Mom whispered in my ear. “Dad ruins things. Dad leaves people. Dad takes.” We said the words together and that was all the push I needed.

"KILL ME! Because if I get free—if I ever get out of here—I will slit your throat! I will carve your eyes out! I will burn everything you love!" He pounded the bars with both fists, his skin splitting, blood streaking the iron. "Nikolai!" His voice cracked on my name in desperation. "Nikolaiiii!" I didn't flinch. I didn't step back. I wasn't afraid. I just stood there, watching the last of my father's decency vanish as he screamed my name into the dark like a curse. And I smiled. Because this was the revenge I swore I'd have. *...*...*...*...*...*

It felt like he was breaking, and that the words we realer, realer than just words. "Why?" I asked through tears. "Why do this? Why us?" "Because I can't not," he said. "I've tried a lot of times." My attention focused. "A lot of times?" "Then why fight it now?" I asked. "After last night? Why not just..." I trailed off. "Because I'm scared of ruining you," he said. "Of this destroying you. Of us destroying each other." "Too late," I said bitterly. "I'm already ruined."