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Hundred and Ninety Four
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Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Epilogue - Alessandra
THREE YEARS MARRIEDAlessandra’s POV“I didn’t want this many kids.”I say it out loud even though no one’s listening. I love them. God, I do, but four toddlers? Quadruplets for my first pregnancy? That’s a lot to handle. And let’s not even start on when they say the same thing at the same time. It’s not just unsettling; it’s downright creepy.Ava.Hannah.Brandon.Landon.My four little storms.Killian walks into the kitchen just as I’m dishing out mac and cheese into four small bowls. We live in New York now. He’s running the Crist Empire from here, with Damon and Luke holding down the fort back in Italy. Even he rarely goes back there anymore.My eyes stray to his shirt. Lipstick stains are all over.“What happened to you?” I ask, trying not to laugh.“I got ambushed at the door,” he says, voice dark but amused, striding over to me and kissing me senseless before I can reply.“Ewwweee!”We break apart. The sound comes from Landon, our oldest by two minutes.“Daddy and Mummy are do
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Epilogue - Killian
ONE YEAR LATERKillian’s POVThe weight of three pairs of eyes on me is almost comical.Diego. Ronan. Liam.All of them staring at me like I’m the scum of the earth. Well, Diego and Ronan are; Liam is trying his best to look intimidating but his heart isn’t really in it. Still, for the sake of appearances, I count him in.My gaze drifts back to Ronan, the one man I’d expected, hoped, to be on my side.“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?” I ask him flatly.He clicks his tongue and leans back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Alessandra is like a daughter to me,” he says, tone clipped, “and well… not gonna lie but she could do better”The remark lands harder than I expect, but I mask it with a lazy half-smile.“Name your price,” Diego says suddenly, scribbling something onto his checkbook with all the grace of a man used to solving his problems with money. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes a mirror of the possessiveness that has always defined him.Over the past ye
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and Ninety Five
Alessandra’s POVThe house was quiet in a way I wasn’t used to.A month had passed since San Pedro, since the dungeon and the rescue, since blood and fire and screams were all I could taste when I closed my eyes. But here, in the private house where Alex had first woken from her coma, the silence felt softer. Not peace, exactly. More like a fragile truce with the world.Mom—Isabella—sat on the porch that morning wrapped in a shawl, her profile limned by pale sunlight. She had gained back some color, though her eyes still carried the kind of shadows that never left. She smiled more now, though. Smiled at Alex, at me, at the smallest things like the sound of birds in the trees. Sometimes the smile cracked into tears, but I took them both. I would take anything that meant she was alive. Alex was in the kitchen that morning, preparing breakfast while Killian and I still laid lazy in the bedroom. It had been like this for a while now, a little tradition mostly because Alex wouldn’t le
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and Ninety Four
Alessandra’s POVI don’t do gore. I never have. I avoid it in movies, I turn the page when novels linger too long on the blood. So when the sound of a crowbar cracking against a human chest echoed in the boiler room, something in me went ice-cold and very small.One would think I should have gotten used to it by now, especially since Killian has a habit of turning the living into the dead. But it has never been a part of me.I stumbled back without meaning to. A smell — hot metal and copper and the iron tang of too much blood — slammed into me, and my stomach rebelled. The world narrowed to a pinpoint: the smell, the sound, the way Alex’s breath hitched between ragged sobs and manic laughter.“Alessandra,” Killian said, then caught me with a hand at my elbow before I could fall. He drew me close until his chest pressed against mine, the solidness of him a hard, steady thing that kept me upright. His arm tightened, and for a terrible second I thought I might faint against him, and
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and Ninety Three
Alex’s POVThe factory doors groaned open like the jaws of some ancient beast, swallowing us whole. The air hit me first—thick with the stench of oil, rust, and forgotten sweat, the kind that seeps into your bones and never leaves. This place was mine, a labyrinth of steel and shadows where our family’s dirtiest secrets were forged. Black-market deals whispered through its halls, but tonight, it was my arena. My hell to unleash.Damon dragged Castillo inside, his boots scraping against the concrete like nails on a chalkboard. The bastard’s arrogance had cracked during the ride over, his eyes darting in the dim light, but he still held that smug tilt to his chin. Like he thought he could outlast whatever I had planned. Fool. He had no idea how deep my rage ran, how it had festered under his thumb all these years—the beatings, the twisted “lessons,” the way he’d carved his control into my soul. Tonight, I’d carve it back out of him.The rush I felt when Ale told me he wasn’t my
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and Ninety Two
Alessandra’s POVThe night air smelled of gunpowder and iron. Smoke still curled from the barrels of the rifles Damon’s men had used, faint wisps rising into the dark sky like ghostly ribbons. The courtyard was a graveyard now, bodies strewn across the blood-stained ground. Castillo’s guards—his “trusted men”—lay scattered like discarded pawns.Damon stood at the center of it all, rolling his shoulders as if the massacre had been no more than an afternoon chore. His shirt was spattered with blood that wasn’t his, and his hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat.He spotted us approaching, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “You know,” he drawled, kicking one of the corpses aside with his boot, “at this rate, you people are going to have to officially make me part of the family. All this errand boy work? I should at least get a promotion.”Despite the carnage around us, a snort escaped me. Damon never seemed to change, even with death at his heels...Killian didn’t smile
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