Ruin Me
"Take off your ring." His command settled deep in my bones. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet… I slid the ring off my finger.
He stood on the other side of the room, his face hidden in shadows, but I felt him—his presence wrapping around me like a dark temptation.
"Take off your clothes." I obeyed, my fingers hesitating at the waistband of my underwear.
"I didn’t tell you to touch that."
So I stood there—shoes on, pants still clinging to my hips—while my engagement party continued just down the hall. His gaze burned through me, drinking me in.
"God, Butterfly."
His voice was a tortured whisper, and I ached to comfort him.
"Crawl to me."
The words settled over me like silk and steel. Slowly, on all fours, I obeyed…
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Alessandra has always been the family push over even when her father forces her into a marriage. She plays the role of the perfect fiancée—obedient, loyal, untouchable.
Until she meets him.
Jeremy’s best friend. A man just as powerful, just as dangerous—but with eyes that see right through her. A man who tempts her to break every rule, risk every consequence.
They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground.
Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her.
Either way, she’s already ruined.
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Chapter: Twenty Three - Punishment 2 Killian's POV. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, The numbers helped me or rather, the voice did. I could hear it counting through the Bluetooth in my helmet as I rode through the city like a madman. I would've ripped the helmet off just to feel the wind on my face—but I needed the voice more. It kept me grounded. She was getting married. Two months, eight hours, thirty-eight seconds. This time frame would be fucking hell. Thirty-six seconds. I needed to blow off steam—and the right target was just behind me. How the fucker hadn’t noticed, I slowed down a little to let him catch up, actually amused me. Rookie move. But still. I picked up the pace again. It was the middle of the night—the streets were almost deserted. I turned into a narrow, empty road, killed the engine, and stepped off the bike before he could catch up. I slipped into the woods. He actually followed. Amateur. Fuck ,I'm offended. He parked and stepped in with no hesitation. Definitely a rookie. I took
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Chapter: Twenty Two - Things We Don’t SayAlessandra’s POV I woke up to a haze, my vision blurry, my body sore. I tried to shift, to sit up, but the moment I moved, pain shot through me—specifically my ass. I groaned and dropped back onto the mattress, staying face-down, hips raised slightly because turning over felt like punishment. Memories from last night came crashing back like a flood. What the hell is wrong with me? It was like I didn’t even recognize myself. The things I let him do… no, the things I wanted him to do. I groaned again, burying my face in the pillow. One thing was certain, though—I was going home. Back to Killian’s. A smile tugged at my lips. I crushed it immediately. A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I sat up slowly, ignoring the burn that followed. “Come in,” I called out, voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and Uncle Diego’s housekeeper stepped in, a tray balanced in her hands. “Good morning,” I greeted, surprised by the weird bubble of happiness in my chest—somet
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Chapter: Twenty One - Punishment Alessandra's POVI’d come to the conclusion that I was overthinking things. The moment lunch ended, I rushed out first. I didn’t talk to anyone, not even Jeremy.The wedding was set for the last week of August—at least, I thought it was. I’d forgotten the date we agreed on, and I hadn’t seen Killian since. Four whole days. Nothing. Radio silence.He didn’t even come to watch me anymore. That stung more than I cared to admit.The house had been dull without Diego and Liam—they were both in Rome. It was just me now. I blow-dried my hair and tied it into a ponytail. Switched off the lights. Crawled into bed before I slept off.A few hours later…I kept tossing and turning. The air-conditioning was definitely on, so why did it feel so hot?“Wake. Up.”Two words. That voice. I’d know it anywhere.The fog of sleep evaporated instantly. I shot upright, my eyes scanning the dim room. And there he was—Killian. Sitting in the corner, hidden in shadows, the soft glow of a cigarette ember outlini
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Chapter: Twenty - The Bride and a kissAlessandra's POV.As soon as I practically ran out of the garden, I slipped through the first door I saw and shut it behind me, pressing my forehead to the wood like it could hold me up. My breath came in sharp, shaky bursts. God, I hated Killian.The way his muscles flexed, Those tattoos....God help me, I’d been trying to memorize every single one of them And those stupid grey eyes I could just...No. Stop it.His attitude was trash. His mouth? Even worse.“That devil,” I muttered, pushing away from the door. “Who am I kidding—calling him a devil’s an insult to the actual devil.”“You good?”I jumped, spine straightening like I’d been caught stealing. Ronan stood there, arms relaxed, face unreadable. My mouth moved faster than my brain.“Yes, sir.”Sir?Shit my brain always short circuited.“Sir?” He repeated drawing it out.I blinked up at him. That didn’t sound right. What was I supposed to even call him?“Don,” I corrected.He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me, stil
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Chapter: Nineteen - Come home Alessandra's POV You know the terrible thing about being engaged to someone who couldn’t get their shit together? It made it look like you couldn’t get your shit together either. Guilty by association. That was me.I was on my way to Killian’s place to pick up the wedding binder when Jeremy texted 'Lunch with my family. Two p.m.'It was 1:30. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I wanted to scream. I had twenty minutes. Twenty. I couldn’t afford to be late, I was trying to be the perfect daughter in law .. plus who keeps Ronan waiting I pulled into a mall instead. Grabbed a dress that didn’t make me look like a hot mess , slapped on some makeup with the energy of a woman in crisis, and sped to Ronan's Manor.I eventually came out wearing a pale pink strapless mini dress with a bow tied at the back. Clean, simple, pretty. Over it, a long black trench coat to fight the moody weather, My hair was up in a claw clip, neat but loose enough to look like I didn’t try too hard. A pair of pi
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Chapter: Eighteen -paint it purple Alessandra."Positive."The word slipped out in a whisper, barely louder than the pounding in my head.I stared down at the DNA test clutched in my hand, the letters blurring in and out of focus.I'd been so angry before I went to the cemetery.I’d gone up to my room to cry out the grief first, the kind that twisted your stomach until you couldn’t breathe.Then the anger came, hot and mean.I stormed into Papa’s room, ripped a hair from his comb without thinking twice, and drove straight to the lab to submit it alongside mine.Then I went to scream at my mother’s grave.Then cry some more before I passed out.The test was delivered in the morning.I kept staring at the percentage, willing it to change.It didn’t.He was my father.The man I was tied to, no matter how much I tried to rip the blood from my veins.I shouldn’t be surprised.I had one done before I left for Mexico—got some of the workers to help me slip samples out.Those results were positive too.Maybe a part of me thoug
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