Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Also by Vanessa Saint
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Disclaimer: This book is intended for adult readers 18+. THIS book contains dark themes of bullying, suicide, abuse and detailed sexual situations, and may not be suitable for all readers.
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Ruined
Ruined
Contains Dark themes and the first book in a series!*
Ruined
That’s what people call me.
Ever since it happened to my mom, I’ve only had one goal.
Discover the truth—no matter the cost.
But to find the answers I seek, I’ll have to dive into the dark underbelly that took her from me. Beneath the pristine surfaces of two elite rival colleges in Charleston, lies a world of wealth, power, and sickening corruption, that runs deeper than anyone could imagine.
And I intend to destroy it.
Problem is, I can’t do it alone.
I need help, and I’m willing to sacrifice my soul to get it.
That’s where they come in; Julian, Adam and Michael.
A friend, a stranger, an enemy—and the only ones who can help me.
But each of their help comes at a price, and by the time I’m done, I’ll have gone passed every moral and rational boundary I’ve ever known.
But I don’t care, because there is no coming back from where I intend to go.
You see, the danger in surrounding yourself with monsters, is that there’s a good chance you’ll eventually become one…
This is a dark bully romance intended for readers 18+. This book contains dark themes, including abuse, violence, suicide and sexual relationships that some readers might be uncomfortable with.
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There were some dreams that I didn’t care if I forgot, and then there were others that I would have given anything to hold onto.
In my dreams, my mother was brushing my dirty-blonde hair until it was as soft as silk. She always had so much patience. Never getting angry when I yelled at her about pulling too hard on the knots and tangles that always found their way to the bottom of long, straight hair.
Even when I was in high school, I would still ask her to do it sometimes. She always managed to get a sheen from my hair that I could never seem to replicate. That was the thing about moms. They always knew ways to make things . . . better.
As much as I wanted these moments to be real again, I could always tell they weren’t.
My mom never smiled that much in real life. She tried, especially whenever I was around to notice her mood, but much of the time, her smile masked a pain no one knew about.
