Rook
This should have been a story about the youngest sibling being rescued and returned to his family grateful, happyâovercome with gratitude to be safe and home again.
What a crock of sh*t that is.
That isnât how my story goes, Iâm not grateful, and I sure as hell am not thankful. I lived in fear for eight months while my family lived happily, banged their girls, procreated, and carried on like I didnât even exist.
Nah, this isnât some story with a happy ending.
This is the story of how they all came to be Ruined by the Rookâespecially her.
Clare
In four years, he has changed so much.
He used to be kind, loving, funnyâbut now, heâs ruthless, angry, and downright cold. Darkness never clung to him beforeânow, he's shrouded in it.
I swore I would never come back to this place, I told myself Rook Murdoch was dead to me.
One look at him and all my feelings come rushing back, the shame, guilt, lust, andâworst of allâlove.
The way he looks at me now tells me he wants to see me burn in agony; I have nothing left to lose, and I wonât survive running from him again.
If allowing him to bully me and set me ablaze is what he needs to heal from his demons, then Iâll happily be Ruined by the Rook.