All Chapters of Ruin Me,DADDY: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 22: Temporary EscapeThe guest room at Elena’s house smelled like lavender and sea salt. It should have been soothing. Instead, every breath reminded me that I wasn’t home. I wasn’t wrapped in Lucian’s arms, pinned beneath his heavy body while he whispered filthy praises against my throat. I was alone, curled on my side with one hand protectively over the small curve of my belly, listening to the distant crash of waves and the occasional creak of an old beach house settling in the night.I had cried until my eyes felt like sandpaper. Elena had sat on the edge of the bed for over an hour, stroking my hair the way I stroked Sophia’s when nightmares found her. She didn’t offer empty platitudes. She simply let me fall apart.“You’re not the same girl he brought home all those years ago,” she said softly when my sobs finally quieted. “And he hasn’t caught up to that truth yet. Men like my son… they conquer. They possess. They don’t always understand tha

Chapter 24: Escalating Danger The estate gates slammed shut behind us with a heavy metallic clang that sounded final. Lucian’s hand never left my thigh the entire drive, his grip alternating between possessive and reassuring. I kept staring at the photo on my phone—Alexander’s frightened face, that gloved hand on his small shoulder—until Lucian gently took the device and handed it to his head of security in the front seat. “Triple the detail on all three children,” he ordered, voice like ice-coated steel. “Pull them from classes if you have to. I want eyes on Alexander twenty-four-seven. Non-negotiable.” “Yes, sir.” I swallowed hard, one hand resting on my belly. The baby had gone still, as if sensing the storm raging around us. “Lucian… he’s just a little boy. Our little boy.” “He won’t touch him.” Lucian’s jaw flexed. “I swear it on my life.” The house felt different when we stepped inside—co

Chapter 26: United FrontAlarms screamed through the estate like a war cry. Red emergency lights pulsed along the hallways as Lucian shoved me behind him, his body a wall of muscle and fury. Bella was already moving, grabbing a tablet from the desk and pulling up the security feeds.“East wall breach,” she snapped. “Two vehicles. Armed.”Lucian’s hand clamped around my wrist as he barked orders into his earpiece. “Lockdown protocol. Get my wife and daughter to the safe room. Now.”“No.” I dug my heels in, refusing to let him pull me away. My heart hammered against my ribs, but the fire in my veins burned hotter than fear. “I’m not hiding this time, Lucian. Not while they’re coming for our family. I’m part of this.”His eyes flashed with that familiar dominant storm—part rage, part terror. For a second I thought he would throw me over his shoulder anyway. Instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose and nodded once.“Stay beside m

Chapter 30: Grief and DistanceThe beach house felt like both sanctuary and prison. For three days I drifted through its sunlit rooms like a ghost, wrapped in oversized sweaters that still carried Lucian’s scent no matter how many times I changed. Elena stayed with me, quietly bringing trays of food I barely touched, brewing herbal teas, and sitting beside me on the wide veranda as I stared at the ocean.I didn’t cry as much anymore. The tears had dried up into a hollow ache that lived behind my ribs, constant and heavy. My body felt foreign—empty, tender, leaking grief in small, humiliating ways. The doctor had warned me about the hormonal crash. Nothing prepared me for how much I would miss the gentle flutter that had barely begun.On the fourth morning, I asked to return to the estate.Not to our shared wing. Not to the bed where Lucian had worshipped me, ruined me, and held me through so many storms. I needed distance, even from the man I love

Chapter 31: University SecretsThe east wing suite had become my cocoon—soft, quiet, and painfully lonely. Five days into my self-imposed distance and the sharp edges of grief had dulled into a constant, heavy ache. I moved through the rooms like someone recovering from major surgery, slow and deliberate. Mornings were the hardest. I would wake reaching for Lucian’s warm, solid body only to find cold sheets and the crushing reminder that our baby was gone.This morning I stood at the window in one of Lucian’s old dress shirts, sleeves hanging past my fingertips, staring at the ocean. My hand drifted to my stomach out of habit. The swell was already softening. The physical reminder of what we’d lost made fresh tears sting my eyes.A soft knock pulled me back.Bella entered with a tray—avocado toast, fresh berries, ginger tea. She’d taken on the role of protector with surprising tenderness.“You ate almost nothing yesterday,” she said, sett