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RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
Éclipse 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 : 2025-03-12RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
Orlando 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 : 2025-03-14RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
Today 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 : 2025-03-16RUIN ME TENDER 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 : 2025-03-26RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
Fuck.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 : 2025-03-26RUIN ME TENDER 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 : 2025-04-02RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
I check my watch—8:03 AM. Three minutes past eight, and still no sign of Ciaran Valente. I press my lips together, inhaling slowly as I adjust my sunglasses. I had been very clear in my email—sharp at eight. Apparently, the ruthless CEO of Valente Corporation has a flexible definition of punctuality. Sighing, I glance down at my phone, skimming through my emails while I wait. There’s still so much to get done. I need to finish the site assessment by eleven so I can head to my parents’ house. It’s the weekend, and they’ve been asking me to visit. I haven’t seen them in a month, so it’s only fair. Especially since I’ll be flying to Florida tomorrow for a week-long business trip. Today is my only chance. My gaze lifts from the screen to scan the historical site in front of me. The old monument, weathered and crumbling, stands as a reminder of the past. It’s located in Battery Park, Manhattan, just a twenty-minute drive from my company. The project’s blueprint involves incorpora
Last Updated : 2025-04-14RUIN 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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RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
I check my watch—8:03 AM. Three minutes past eight, and still no sign of Ciaran Valente. I press my lips together, inhaling slowly as I adjust my sunglasses. I had been very clear in my email—sharp at eight. Apparently, the ruthless CEO of Valente Corporation has a flexible definition of punctuality. Sighing, I glance down at my phone, skimming through my emails while I wait. There’s still so much to get done. I need to finish the site assessment by eleven so I can head to my parents’ house. It’s the weekend, and they’ve been asking me to visit. I haven’t seen them in a month, so it’s only fair. Especially since I’ll be flying to Florida tomorrow for a week-long business trip. Today is my only chance. My gaze lifts from the screen to scan the historical site in front of me. The old monument, weathered and crumbling, stands as a reminder of the past. It’s located in Battery Park, Manhattan, just a twenty-minute drive from my company. The project’s blueprint involves incorpora
RUIN ME TENDER 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
RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
Fuck.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
RUIN ME TENDER 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
RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
Today 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
RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
Orlando 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.
RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
Éclipse 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
RUIN ME TENDER ISLA
"You're going to cut through the plate," Sophia teases, amusement lacing her tone.I blink, looking down at my plate, only now realizing how tightly I'm gripping the knife. The poor steak is nearly butchered under my aggression. Exhaling, I set my utensils down and take a sip of my white wine, letting the chilled liquid coat my throat. But not even the finest Chardonnay can wash away the irritation simmering inside me.All thanks to a certain insufferable man.Sophia eyes me knowingly. "It's better to tell me who's making you plot someone's murder than to let you sit here and stew in your thoughts."I sigh. She's not wrong. But saying his name out loud will only make it worse.Sophia had returned from her business trip yesterday, and as always, she's effortlessly stunning—golden brown hair styled to perfection, her sharp brown eyes glinting with mischief. She winks at me, the corner of her red lips lifting in a smirk.I try to smile back, but my mood is still bruised from my earlier h
RUIN ME TENDER CIARAN
The Ritz-Carlton, Manhattan. A fucking fortress of power. Not just a place to sleep, but a temple where the city's wealthiest come to play, where deals are sealed over five-thousand-dollar bottles of Macallan, and where the scent of polished mahogany and money lingers in the air.The hallway stretches long in both directions, lined with men in tailored suits and women in sleek, custom-made dresses. They walk like they own the world because, in some way, they do. Even the waitstaff look like they were plucked from a damn fashion editorial, their crisp uniforms likely costing more than an average month's rent.I remember the first time I stepped foot in this place. I was ten. My father and older brother were here for a meeting, and they sure as hell didn't want a kid tagging along. I had whined and tugged at my brother's sleeve until he caved, dragging me along with a sharp warning to keep my mouth shut. I didn't, of course. I had too many goddamn questions, and by the time the meeting
