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2026-05-11 15:06:49
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His To Ruin Again In his mansion
LOU “You are late.” My entire body stiffened at the sound of Jaxon’s voice. I turned slowly, my face turning blank. Jaxon stood at the foot of the staircase, one hand tucked casually into the pocket of his black trousers, the other holding a glass of amber liquor. His dark shirt was rolled up to his elbows, exposing strong forearms I once traced my fingers over like they were something sacred. I rolled my eyes at the thought, replying coldly, “I’m five minutes early.” Jaxon’s lips curved faintly. “Well, that's not good enough for me.” I let out a scoff, yeah of course it wasn't, only a psychopath like him would think that way. Jaxon’s gaze slowly moved over me, from my shoes to the loose cream sweater I wore, then finally to my face, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “You look tired,” he said. I almost laughed. “You dragged me here to comment on how I look or feel?” “Do not hate me for being concerned about my employee,” he said smiling, but I had no time for his
His To Ruin Again Back to reality.
LOU The moment I clicked the door shut behind me, every instinct in my body screamed at me to run down the hallway, past the stairs, through the back exit, out into the cold night air, and to just keep going until New York became a blur behind me. But I didn't, because running is what the old Lou Bennett would have done, and I am no longer her. Rather, I walked, my steps slow and measured. I steadied my breath, raising my chin and shoulders, the same way I had learned to move on that stage. The hallway behind the Vip suites was dim, lined with silver-trimmed mirrors that reflected my image as I walked. An image, even I was still trying to recognize, pale skin, dark eyes, and bold makeup. I paused in front of one of the mirrors, and for a split second, I saw her. The old Lou Bennett, the girl who used to sit on the library floor, face buried in books larger than her hands, while an enormous pile sat right next to her. The girl who was too naive to believe the rich cocky bastard was
His To Ruin Again Hallucination is real now.
5 years Later The bass in The Gilded Lily didn’t just play, no, it breathed. It was a living, pulsing beast of engineered acoustics designed to make people feel expensive and untethered. But as I sat in the center of the owner’s suite, the king of a kingdom built on neon and sin, all I felt was a hollow, echoing silence. Five years. . . It's been five years since I stood in a hallway at Crestwood High, rooted to the floor like a coward while the only girl who ever looked at the real me, saw me for who I really am, away from the rich kid and cocky bastard I was, was drenched in humiliation in front of the whole school. Damn! I am still a cocky bastard, only now I have my own money to boast about. I could still see that day if I closed my eyes. The way her white shirt clung to her, the way her eyes didn't just leak tears, they leaked a soul-crushing disappointment that had aged me a decade in a single second. “You are dead to me.” Those four words had been my death sentence. I’d sp
His To Ruin Again A new life, a new beginning
Lou’s POV I sat on the edge of my mattress in our small apartment, after I washed myself clean from my humiliation, my damp hair dripping onto my shoulders. My white t-shirt and jeans were in a plastic trash bag by the front door. I did not want to wash them. I wanted them out of my sight because looking at the fabric made my stomach muscles tighten with violent nausea. I was furious. My hands shook so much that I could barely tie my sneakers. I felt a hot, constant pressure behind my eyes, but I forced myself not to cry anymore. The tears I had shed in school were enough. I refused to waste any more water from my body on Jaxon Ryder or the people who couldn't stand up to talk about the wrong but were there to record my shame. Yet, despite the absolute anger filling my chest, a small, stubborn part of me kept listening to the sounds outside. Our apartment sat on the ground floor, right next to the gravel parking lot. Every time a car drove past the window, my head snapped up. Every
His To Ruin Again Don't leave me, please.
Jaxon’s POV I stood in the center of the hallway, completely frozen. My chest was tight, and my heart beat so hard against my ribs that it hurt. I could not move my legs. I could only watch Lou walk away from me. Her white shirt was wet and ruined, sticking to her back, and she held herself so straight as she walked toward the exit doors. The students around me were still whispering, their voices a loud, chaotic hum that made me feel physically sick. "You are completely dead to me." Her final words repeated in my mind, over and over. She had said them with no anger, no tears, and no hesitation. That was what terrified me the most. The look in her eyes before she turned her back was empty. There was no trace of the girl who had spent the last five months laughing at my jokes, holding my hand when we were alone, and telling me about her dreams. I had ruined all of it in a matter of minutes because I was too much of a coward to open my mouth. Suddenly, the paralysis left my muscles. A
His To Ruin Again Where it all shattered
Lou’s POV I gripped the smooth metal of the restroom door handle, ready to step back out into the fluorescent hallway of Crestwood High. My relief at having five quiet minutes to myself was immediate and calming. I pushed the door open, but my foot never made it across the threshold. A body blocked my path. Then another. And then a third. Standing before me were Tiffany Hale, the school's unofficial queen, flanked by her two loyal, sharply dressed satellites, Maya and Chloe. Tiffany’s blue eyes were fixed on me, not with their usual cold indifference, but with a burning, vicious amusement that made my stomach tighten into a hard knot. “Lou Bennett,” Tiffany’s voice was sugary, too loud for the empty stretch of hallway. “Did you really think you could just walk away?” My hands started to sweat. I dropped my gaze to the floor, instantly feeling the familiar pressure of being watched. I did not want to look at them. I knew what this meant, or at least, I thought I did. It was just an
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