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All Chapters of His Ruin, Hers To Steal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 1

~Morgan POV~'Oh please, oh please, oh please…don't crash!'I trembled as the plane took off.My hands gripped the armrests so hard my knuckles turned white. The plane shook and rattled as it climbed higher into the sky. My stomach dropped with every bump. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to breathe, but my chest felt tight.This was my first time on a plane. My first time leaving Seattle. My first time doing anything this big.The plane shook again, harder this time and a small gasp left my lips. My thoughts raced in circles. What if something goes wrong? What if the plane falls? What if I this was a mis—”"Wow, that's a lot of strength for a lady."My eyes flew open, when I heard a voice beside me. I knew it was a jab aimed at me. I was about to confront the person when I looked down and saw my hand wrapped around their arm. Not the armrest, an actual person's arm and I was gripping it like my life depended on it.Heat rushed to my face."Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I let go immediat

CHAPTER 2

~Morgan POV~"You don't s—" I laughed out loud, the sound bursting from me before I could stop it.Damien's joke had been so unexpected, so perfectly timed, that I couldn't hold it in. My hand flew to my mouth, but the damage was done."Shhhhh!"The sharp hiss came from across the aisle. The older woman from earlier was now glaring daggers in our direction as her finger pressed to her lips like we were kids.I bit my lip, trying to swallow the rest of my laughter. However, Damien didn't even try to look sorry.He turned toward the old woman and winked. Her eyes went wide. Then they narrowed into slits. Her face flushed red, going from pale to tomato in seconds. She looked like she might spontaneously combust right there in her seat."It seems granny wants us to behave," Damien murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. The amusement in his tone made my stomach flip.I pressed my hand harder against my mouth, another laugh threatening to escape."You're terrible," I whisper

CHAPTER 3

Morgan POV It had been a day since Damien.Twenty-four hours since I'd done the craziest thing of my entire life on that plane. Since I'd slipped my panties into his hand and fled.Twenty-four hours since I'd looked back and seen him breathing in my scent, his eyes dark with a promise that had haunted me ever since.I should have been exploring. That's what people did when they came to New York for the first time, right? Times Square. Central Park. The Statue of Liberty. All the tourist traps I'd dreamed about visiting since I was a kid.Instead, I was lying in my hotel room, staring at the ceiling, replaying that moment over and over until I could barely breathe.The look on his face. The shock, then the raw, predatory want. The way he'd held my underwear like it was a prize. This was insane.I didn't obsess over men. Didn't let them consume my thoughts until nothing else existed.But Damien was weirdly different. Why? I didn't know. I didn't know why the bare thought of his name m

CHAPTER 4

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying.I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno.He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from having.

CHAPTER 5

~Morgan POV~SIX YEARS LATER"Not again…" I muttered under my breath the moment a scream ripped through the living room. For a split second, I considered grabbing my trusty baseball bat, the Mass of Destruction, because with my kids, you never truly knew.But then the insults started flying."It's mine, you chicken head!""No, YOU'RE the chicken head, stink breath!""No, you're the potato brain!""No, it's you!""Uh-uh. It's you!""MOMMY! Timothy just called me a wacko head!""No I didn't!""Yes you did!""You said it first!""Did not!""Did too!"I closed my eyes, inhaled, and reminded myself that these were the kids I fought for. The kids I loved with every exhausted cell of my body.My twin boys. Timothy and Tanner. Professional chaos creators and part-time terrorists of peace.And it was only eight in the morning.I dragged myself out of bed, my body protesting every movement because three hours of sleep wasn't enough. But motherhood didn't care about sleep schedules or personal n

CHAPTER 6

Morgan POVI found myself shutting the hairdryer, and put the phone closer to my ear. “Hey, hey. Kathy calm down. What happened? Tell me everything.” I cooed. "Okay," she said, slower now but still frantic. "Okay. So a company sent an email. A really big company. Saying they wanted to book you for a campaign. And I was looking at the contract and somehow…I don't even know how it happened…but I accidentally hit accept and now it's confirmed and they've already sent the welcome packet and—""Kathy." I kept my voice calm even though confusion was starting to turn into concern. "Just tell me what company it is. We can figure this out.""Sterling and Vale Corporation."The name meant nothing to me. I frowned."Who?""They're this massive international corporation. Morgan, they're huge. Like, they work with every major brand you can think of. Fashion. Cosmetics. Luxury goods. They coordinate campaigns across dozens of companies.""Okay..." I still didn't understand why she sounded so pani

CHAPTER 7

Morgan POV "Mom!" I jolted awake, disoriented for a moment before two small bodies crashed into me. "Mom, look! Look!" Timothy was bouncing on the seat, pointing frantically out the window. "It's the Statue of Liberty!" Tanner pressed his face against the glass, leaving a smudge. "We learned about her in school!" I blinked the sleep from my eyes and leaned over to see what had them so excited. There she was. The Statue of Liberty rising from the water, her torch held high against the blue sky. New York. We were really here. The familiar skyline came into view as the plane descended. Buildings stretched toward the clouds. The city sprawled out below us, massive and overwhelming and full of memories I'd spent six years trying to forget. My chest tightened. The last time I'd seen this view, I'd been naive, pregnant, and heartbroken. Flying away from the man who'd shattered me. Now I was flying back. With his children. Children he didn't know existed. "Mommy,

CHAPTER 8

Morgan POV"I—I—"I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?"I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work."I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry."I didn't wait for a response.I turned and ran.Not walked. Ran.Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright.The elevator. I needed the elevator.I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it.Come on. Come on. Come on.The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed.No. No. No.This couldn't be happening.Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man whose children were back at the a

CHAPTER 9

Morgan POVMy eyes didn't move from the presentation screen.I sat in the sleek conference room, the correct one this time, and stared at the images flickering across the wall. They ranged from Campaign concepts, target demographics, and brand partnerships.All of which I knew, I mean this wasn't my first rodeo. However none of it registered.Because Damien was sitting two seats away from me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne. Far enough that I could pretend he didn't exist.Except he did exist. Very much, and he was talking.His voice filled the room. It was very professional, straight to the point, didn't dilly dally and quite powerful. Powerful in the sense as he sounded like a man who commanded billion-dollar empires and expected everyone to fall in line."—luxury market positioning with cross-platform integration—"I nodded like I understood, as if my brain wasn't screaming at me to jet away from him. Kathy sat beside me, taking notes furiously. Asking questions. B

CHAPTER 10

Damien POV "Damn! Who's the hot chick?" I turned to find Marcus leaning against the wall, watching Morgan disappear with a predatory look because to him she's just another new toy. "None of your business," I said flatly. "Come on, D." Marcus pushed off the wall, that shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "You can't just parade a woman like that through the building and expect me not to notice. She's fucking gorgeous. Those eyes? That body? Please tell me she's single." "She's the model for the new project launch." I headed back toward my office. Away from the elevators, far from the lingering scent of her perfume that was doing things to my head. "Which means she's off-limits to you." "Off-limits?" Marcus followed me, laughing. "Since when do you care who I hook up with?" "Since I'm paying her a million dollars to represent this company." I stopped at my office door. Turned to face him. "And I'm not about to let you fuck that up because you can't keep it in your pants fo

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