RUIN ME TENDER
"Hate was the only thing between us—until it wasn’t."
-ISLA-
Revenge is my birthright. Ever since the fire that claimed my brother and shattered my family, I’ve rebuilt the Moreau empire from the ashes. But every brick I’ve laid, and deal struck has come with one goal in mind: uncovering the truth behind that night.
Ciaran Valente is the man I’ve hated since I learned how to hate. Infuriating, cruel, and too clever for his own good, he thrives in darkness, just like I do. But when the ghosts of my past tie his family to my brother’s death, my hatred becomes the least dangerous thing between us.
Because Ciaran doesn’t just step into my world—he consumes it. He sees through my armor, breaks down my defenses, and dares to turn my pain into something far more dangerous than vengeance: desire.
But love doesn’t exist for people like us. Only power. Only lies. And when the masks come off, one truth will destroy us both.
-CIARAN-
Isla Moreau is my personal form of torment. Sharp-tongued, calculating, and as untouchable as ice. I’ve craved breaking her for years—not just to prove I could, but because there’s nothing more tempting than watching a queen fall.
But Isla isn’t a game. She’s fire wrapped in steel, and she hides secrets even darker than my own. When the past collides with the present, revealing the cracks in our perfect façades, I discover something I didn’t think I was capable of: obsession.
She consumes me—mind, body, and soul. But while I want to own her, she wants vengeance. While I crave her surrender, she wants the truth.
And in the end, we’re not just enemies. We’re fated to ruin each other.
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Chapter: CIARAN The dining table is covered with an obscene amount of food, like we're hosting a fucking banquet instead of just two people sitting across from each other in stifling silence. Fresh oysters on a bed of crushed ice. Lobster thermidor, its golden crust glistening under the chandelier light. Seared scallops drizzled with truffle butter. Wagyu steak, cooked to perfection, sliced thin. A bottle of Château Margaux sits between us, the deep red of the wine almost mocking in its elegance. It's all high-end, perfectly curated by Maria, but none of it makes me hungry. I pull out my chair at the far end of the table, settling in as my father sits opposite me. His blazer is draped over the chair behind him, his brooding expression set in stone, the same fucking look he always wears like it's a second skin. Maria moves around the table, serving the food. No one else is allowed to do it. She's been in charge of this house since before I could walk, and even now, she's the only person my fath
Last Updated: 2025-04-02
Chapter: CIARANFuck.I should've walked away the moment she ran that pretty mouth of hers.But Isla Moreau is a goddamn menace—one that knows exactly how to test me.The way she tilts her chin in defiance, her pulse fluttering beneath my fingers, drives something sharp and volatile through me. A challenge. One I'm dangerously close to accepting.Her eyes, blue and fucking daring, hold mine like she's just as willing to play this game.She has no fucking idea.I tighten my grip—just enough to feel the slight hitch in her breath. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her exactly who she's provoking."Do you really want to find out?" I murmur, my voice low, taunting.She doesn't back down.Of course, she doesn't.Her lips part slightly, her breathing uneven, and for a split second, I wonder what kind of sounds she'd make if I took this further. If I leaned in, if I bit that sharp little tongue of hers just to shut her up.I exhale through my nose, forcing myself to pull back before I do something st
Last Updated: 2025-03-26
Chapter: ISLA Ciaran Valente looks around my office like he's examining an artifact in a museum, his gaze sharp, assessing. His eyes move over the space, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the minimalist shelves and the sleek, white furniture that fills the room. I sit on the pristine couch and gesture for him to do the same.He takes his seat across from me, his dark suit stretching over the white cushion in a way that looks almost out of place. Like a stain, I think, though I keep the thought to myself."Nice office," he says, voice lazy, edged with something that could pass as sarcasm.I don't bother responding.Instead, I clear my throat, placing the document for the Consortium Project on the glass table between us. The construction is set to take place in Washington, D.C., meaning we'll need to make a trip for on-site assessments. But before that, we need to align on the fundamental aspects.I rise from my seat, walking over to my desk to grab the blueprint. I feel his eyes on me the entire
Last Updated: 2025-03-26
Chapter: ISLAToday is the day.A Valente will step foot inside Moreau Enterprise.Ciaran Valente.My enemy. My nemesis. And the very thought of him inside my space makes my skin crawl.I stand by the floor-length window, arms crossed, staring out at the city skyline, but my mind is anywhere but peaceful. The man who has annoyed me, challenged me, and made me want to throw things in frustration will soon be here."You're going to bore a hole in the glass," Andy jokes, stepping inside my office.I blink, dragging my attention away from the window to find him grinning.He leans against the edge of my desk, arms crossed, his eyes filled with nothing but amusement. "It's a historical day."I frown, unimpressed. "It's just a meeting."Andy whistles, shaking his head. "Just a meeting? Boss, do you know how active everyone is today? The employees are working as if the president is visiting. Hell, even the janitors went the extra mile. The whole building is spotless."I narrow my eyes. "And?"He smirks. "A
Last Updated: 2025-03-16
Chapter: CIARANOrlando can't joke to save his life.Yet, he laughs, amused by whatever ridiculous thing he just said, completely oblivious to the fact that it wasn't even remotely funny.I don't laugh. Don't even bother with a half-smile. I just sit back in my chair, fingers tapping idly against the armrest, my attention flickering away from him—to something else. Someone else.Across from me, Isla Moreau wears a neutral expression, though there's a faint curve of her lips—more out of courtesy than amusement. I bet she thinks Orlando's jokes are as bad as I do, but unlike me, she plays along.We're sitting in the guest room of his house, one of many I've been in over the years. I don't remember which one we were in last time, nor do I particularly care. The decor is pristine, polished to perfection, much like the man himself.Orlando settles his teacup onto the glass table, the soft clink cutting through the silence. Folding his fingers together, he looks between the two of us with a measured gaze.
Last Updated: 2025-03-14
Chapter: ISLAÉclipse is the hottest club in the city, a place where power and indulgence intertwine beneath flashing neon lights.The moment we step inside—through the VIP entrance, of course—my nostrils are assaulted by a mix of smoke, sweat, and something sharp and unpleasant, like cheap cologne mingling with stale alcohol. The bass-heavy music vibrates through the air, a pulsing rhythm that seems to dictate the movement of the crowd below.From the elevated VIP section, I glance down at the dance floor, where bodies are packed together, moving in chaotic harmony, lost in the beat like they have nowhere else to be. My heels click against the sleek black-tiled floor as we make our way to our reserved area, the dim lighting casting shadows that dance along the plush, moody interior.Sophia leans in close, her lips brushing my ear as she teases, "You're already frowning, deary. Try to look like you want to be here."I wince at her words, but say nothing.Our section is tucked away in a more exclusi
Last Updated: 2025-03-12
Chapter: SIDE STORY (2)The first time I have a sleepover at Millie’s house, I almost get banned from ever stepping foot there again.It isn’t my fault. Not entirely.Okay, maybe seventy percent my fault, but I have reasons.Millie and I are seven, inseparable as always, and she has been begging me to come over for weeks. Every day at school, she leans over and whispers conspiratorially, “Gracie, just ask your mom. It’s not like you have a bedtime anyway.” Which, first of all, rude. I do have a bedtime—it just isn’t strictly enforced.But after relentless pleading (and Millie practically bribing my mom with her big green eyes), I finally get the okay.The plan? Fun, chaos, and destruction.The reality? Worse.It starts with an innocent idea. We are in Millie’s room, surrounded by an explosion of toys, her bed covered in a mix of stuffed animals, half-dressed Barbies that I bring with me, and one sock that she swears isn’t dirty. I’m wearing my best purple pajamas, and Millie is in her favorite dinosaur onesi
Last Updated: 2025-02-06
Chapter: SIDE STORY (1)The arcade is alive with flashing neon lights, the constant clinking of coins, and an upbeat playlist thumping through the speakers. The air smells like buttery popcorn, sweet candy, and the distant tang of something fried—bacon, maybe. It’s chaotic, loud, and smells a little questionable, but it’s undeniably fun. Millie, of course, is thriving. The squeak of my rental shoes matches my groan as I chuck the basketball toward the return box. “This is so unfair,” I whine, crossing my arms in defeat. Millie chuckles next to me, effortlessly sinking another ball into the hoop with that confident smirk of hers. She glances my way, her green eyes glinting under the neon lights. “What’s not fair?” she asks, tossing the ball back like she does this every day—which, I mean, she kind of does. I huff, pointing dramatically at the scoreboard. “I suck at basketball, and you’re basically a pro. This is a scam. I’m calling foul.” She shrugs, effortlessly tossing another ball through the hoop, not
Last Updated: 2025-01-28
Chapter: BONUS: A CHRISTMAS STORYMILLIEThe snow falls in a quiet rhythm, dusting the streets of our little town in white, like some Hallmark movie—except this one has its fair share of chaos.Grace and I trudge along the sidewalk, arms linked and breath misting in the air. She's bundled up in her ridiculous oversized scarf that could double as a damn blanket, her cheeks red from the cold. She looks adorable, not that I'd ever admit it outright. Not right now, at least. I'm saving the sap for later."Are you sure it's this way?" she asks, narrowing her eyes as she squints up at the barely lit street sign."Trust me, baby," I say, giving her hand a squeeze. "Have I ever steered you wrong?""Do you want me to list the times or—""Okay, okay," I cut in, laughing. "Not tonight, Dimples. Tonight, I am a woman with a plan."We're headed to Samantha's annual Christmas bash, a tradition infamous for being equal parts festive cheer and utter debauchery. The last time we attended, someone set the tree on fire—not exactly the k
Last Updated: 2025-01-14
Chapter: FIFTYTaking a deep breath, I turn to face the crowd. Their faces blur under the haze of party lights and the glare of too many phone screens, like vultures waiting for a spectacle. My hands tremble slightly, gripping the microphone as though it’s the only thing tethering me to this moment.I’ve been a coward for so long. Scared of rejection, judgment, and whispers behind my back. But now, watching Millie stand there, her green eyes shimmering with defiance and something deeper—something only I see—I know I have to be brave. Not for me. For her.“This might be fun and amusing for all of you,” I start, my voice cracking at first but gaining strength. “But it’s not for us.”A hush falls over the crowd, their curiosity sharpening like blades. I dare to meet their gazes, my chest tightening, but I refuse to look away.“Millie and I... we’ve been friends for a long time. Since we were kids.” My voice softens, the weight of the years tugging at my words. “I’ve loved her even before I realized wha
Last Updated: 2025-01-14
Chapter: FORTY NINEThe pool area is a chaos of sound, light, and bodies. Music blares from hidden speakers—something loud, raw, with a bass drop that rattles my chest. It’s not Kendrick Lamar, but it’s close enough. The crowd surges with movement, students packed like sardines in costumes that range from ridiculous to barely-there. My grip on Jugyoung tightens as I’m jostled on all sides.“I can’t find her,” I mutter, my head darting around to scan the sea of faces. “Do you see Harley Quinn?”Jugyoung raises an eyebrow. “Who’s Harley Quinn?”“Millie.”“Your Harley Quinn? Cute,” she smirks and stretches on her toes to search. Even with the extra height, no luck. I’d texted Millie, but there’s no response, and the more time passes, the more restless I feel.The music is cut, leaving only Shawn Jones’s voice echoing through the speakers. The poolside party transforms into an attentive audience, fixated on him as he stands at the center of the lounge area, bathed in dim orange lights. He’s decked out in an
Last Updated: 2025-01-14
Chapter: FORTY EIGHTThe night air claws at my skin like icy fingers, making me regret every single life decision that led to me standing in front of Kenzie McCoy’s house underdressed and freezing my ass off. The house is loud enough to be mistaken for a concert venue, pulsing with music that spills out like the lifeblood of the party, dragging half the damn school into its chaotic orbit. Different colored lights flash through the windows like the place has been turned into a second-rate nightclub, and the garden is already trashed.“This better not turn into another ‘strip or swim’ situation,” Mariam groans beside me, tugging at the brim of her pointy black witch hat. She looks great, honestly—classic and witchy, though the scowl on her face doesn’t quite scream "magical and mysterious."Millie leans in closer, a devilish glint in her eye. “If it does, it might be funny to see you finally skinny-dipping.”Mariam spins around, shooting Millie a glare that could freeze molten lava. “Not happening.”I arch
Last Updated: 2025-01-14
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