Lords Of Ruin: Christmas

I wanted a quiet Christmas—snow, cocoa, my three husbands.

Not secrets. Not a stalker.

And when that test flashed two pink lines, it felt like a miracle.

Damien, my hockey god.

Cast, my cartel prince.

Vincent, my masked billionaire.

Together, we built a chaotic, beautiful life—three kids, hard-won peace.

Someone wants to ruin it.

My painting arrives ripped in half—with a photo of me on my knees taped to the canvas.

Now I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe.

My men feel it too. The danger. The obsession.

It’s not just me anymore.

It’s the baby. The family we fought like hell to protect.

This Christmas, the lights aren’t the only things burning.