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"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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RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
"Jesus fucking Christ, Edward, enough."I tighten my tie, my gaze locked on the mirror, as his voice blares through the phone, going on and on about the goddamn gala. A whole damn day has passed, but he's still stuck on it, reading out headlines like a fucking commentator."Moreau and Valente face to face—Manhattan's powerhouses collide.""Enemies or future allies? Sparks fly between Isla Moreau and Ciaran Valente at the gala."I exhale sharply through my nose, jaw ticking. Sparks fly? What a joke. The only thing flying was our mutual disdain.I cut him off. "When the fuck are you getting here?"Edward groans. "Do I have to? You know these meetings bore the shit out of me. A room full of rich assholes stroking their egos? I'd rather be somewhere fun."Of course, he would. Edward's idea of an important event is one that involves expensive liquor and legs wrapped around his waist. But no matter how much he whines, he'll show up. He has no fucking choice.He circles back to the gala—agai
Last Updated : 2025-02-26RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
It's everywhere.The tabloids, the magazines, the news—every goddamn place I look.With an annoyed sigh, I toss the newspaper onto the glass table in front of me, the pages fluttering in the soft morning breeze. My fingers reach up, pushing my sunglasses into my hair as I lean back against the lounge chair. The sun is warm, bright but not too bright for my liking. I should be enjoying this moment. But, of course, peace is a luxury I rarely afford.A shadow shifts near the terrace entrance. The servant. She waits, poised at a respectful distance, hands clasped in front of her."Bring me a glass of lemonade," I say, my voice laced with tired indifference.She nods. "Sí, Miss Moreau. I will bring it in five minutes." And then she disappears back inside the house, leaving me to my thoughts.Eight hours. That's all it's been since the gala, yet the news has spread like wildfire. As if people had nothing better to talk about than the mere fact that I—Isla Moreau—stood mere inches apart from
Last Updated : 2025-02-22RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
Ciaran Valente is looking at me.And I am looking at him.We stand across the room, but the air has already shifted, thick with something unspoken but razor-sharp. Neither of us looks away. Maybe he expects I will. Maybe this is a test—a silent challenge to see who will back down first.Hm.He lifts his chin slightly, as if daring me. Come on, Isla. Look away. Give me the fucking satisfaction.I don't.Instead, I lift my glass to my lips, taking a slow sip of the dark red wine, maintaining unwavering eye contact. Smooth. Effortless. I see the flicker of something in his piercing dark eyes—not surprise, not irritation, but something else entirely. Something dangerous.Before I can analyze it further, a voice cuts through our silent battle."Miss Moreau."A new face enters the picture. A man. Refined. Elegant. He extends a hand toward me, a warm yet polished smile resting on his lips. Mr. Charles Levigne. Chairman of Levigne Joaillerie, one of the most prestigious luxury jewelry brands
Last Updated : 2025-02-22RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
People. Desperate, power-hungry creatures. Always watching, always waiting for their chance to crawl their way up—grasping at anything that smells like an opportunity. It's laughable, really, the way their eyes widen in barely concealed hunger when they spot someone useful. Someone who could hand them power on a silver platter.Fucking leeches.Women are no different. With their sultry gazes, calculated touches, and honeyed words, they play their roles well—too well. Some make it a game, twirling their fingers through their hair as they whisper flirtations that mean nothing, trying to act delicate. Feminine. Damsels in distress. It's nauseating.A manicured hand brushes against my arm."Ciaran."The voice is smooth, polished. A woman in red lipstick—a deep, rich shade that matches the dress clinging to her like a second skin. She looks at me like she knows me, like she's confident I'll humor her for at least a moment.I don't.I don't fucking know her, and I don't care to. Just anothe
Last Updated : 2025-02-22RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
Nine Years LaterRed.It is everywhere, drenching the room in its rich, provocative splendor. Red, like the taste of dark cherries and the burn of vintage wine. Red, like whispered temptations and silent threats lurking behind polite smiles. The color of love and war. Of passion and destruction.Of blood.Women glide through the space in floor-length gowns of ruby and crimson, their lips painted dark, curling around the rims of champagne flutes as they laugh—light, carefree, unaware or perhaps indifferent to the dangerous undercurrents weaving through the air. Conversations drip with subtle power plays, quiet seductions, veiled warnings. It is a world of elegance and cruelty, wrapped in the scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey.And I am in the center of it all.The weight of gazes settles on me the moment I enter, admiration laced with fear. It has taken years—nine long, grueling years—to rebuild what was lost, to shape the ashes of my past into something indomitable. The name
Last Updated : 2025-02-22RUIN ME TENDER Prologue
ISLAFlames devour everything. They rise higher and higher, a monstrous inferno consuming not just our home but the very foundation of my life. The heat bites at my skin even from a distance, its wicked tendrils taunting me to flee, to give in, to abandon all hope. But I can't.I stand frozen outside the house, my chest heaving with sobs that refuse to calm, no matter how many times Jasper, my loyal butler, tries to console me. "Miss Isla," he pleads, his hands firm on my shoulders, his voice trembling with desperation. But nothing he says registers.All I can think about is Mathieu—my brother, my heartbeat, my everything—trapped in there. I clutch at the firefighters as they rush past, begging, screaming at them to bring him to me. "Please," I cry, my voice breaking into shards. "He's in there! He's in there!"One of them pauses, his soot-covered face grim as he looks down at me. "We're doing everything we can," he says, but his words sound hollow.It happened so quickly. Barely half
Last Updated : 2025-02-22
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ISLAFlames devour everything. They rise higher and higher, a monstrous inferno consuming not just our home but the very foundation of my life. The heat bites at my skin even from a distance, its wicked tendrils taunting me to flee, to give in, to abandon all hope. But I can't.I stand frozen outside the house, my chest heaving with sobs that refuse to calm, no matter how many times Jasper, my loyal butler, tries to console me. "Miss Isla," he pleads, his hands firm on my shoulders, his voice trembling with desperation. But nothing he says registers.All I can think about is Mathieu—my brother, my heartbeat, my everything—trapped in there. I clutch at the firefighters as they rush past, begging, screaming at them to bring him to me. "Please," I cry, my voice breaking into shards. "He's in there! He's in there!"One of them pauses, his soot-covered face grim as he looks down at me. "We're doing everything we can," he says, but his words sound hollow.It happened so quickly. Barely half...
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