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Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and thirty Eight.
Alessandra's POV. I stirred to the low hum of the television, its screen flickering against the dim living room. The scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon still lingered from our baking earlier, faint but comforting. My eyes fluttered open, slow and groggy. I was on the couch, curled up under a soft throw blanket, the kind Stella always dragged out whenever we had movie nights. The first thing I noticed was that the house had grown quiet. Too quiet. I blinked a few times. Luna, our fluffy white dog, was curled up on the rug near the coffee table, breathing steadily in her sleep. Brie had slumped against the other end of the couch, her arm hanging off the side, a streak of flour still on her cheek. Stella lay on the floor with a cushion under her head, one sock missing. Vivian’s long legs were sprawled over the armchair, her phone tilted on her chest. The clock on the wall said 2:07 AM. The last time I’d looked, it had only just hit midnight. I shifted, stretching out my arm and rub
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and thirty seven
Killan's PovThe night felt thick and heavy, the kind that stuck to your skin. Every little sound echoed loudly.I kept my distance, following Alexandria through the quiet, dark streets. She wore a big hoodie that covered most of her body, and her hood was pulled down low to hide her face.Her hair wasn’t showing. Her steps were quick and sharp—too fast for someone who was just out for a walk.She was clearly hiding.Something didn’t feel right. My instincts—ones that had kept me alive for years—were going off. Alexandria wouldn’t come to this side of town for no reason.This area was broken-down and rough. Old buildings, rusty fire escapes, and streets that smelled bad. It was the kind of place people disappeared in and no one asked questions. We had chosen it before as a meetup spot—me, Keiran, Damon, and Luke.I made sure to stay hidden, sticking to the shadows and walking quietly. My heartbeat was calm, but I was fully alert, listening for any noise or sudden movement.I wasn’t pl
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and thirty Six
Killian's POV The streets looked quieter than usual. Evening mist curled low, clinging to the gutters as Damon drove. I didn’t say much. He didn’t ask me to. I think he could sense I was holding something in—something sharp, something simmering just beneath the skin.Luke was already waiting when we got to the warehouse. Same spot we used to meet back in the day, before things got complicated. He was leaning against the hood of his car, arms folded, phone pressed to his ear.He hung up when he saw us. “You’re late.”Damon scoffed. “And you’re still a pain in the ass.”I ignored both of them and pulled the laptop bag from the backseat. “Kieran’s on his way? He asked to be dropped off somewhere. Said he’d contact you when you got here.”Luke nodded. “He should be here soon. You sure you want to show him the tape?”“I wouldn’t have dragged my ass out of bed if I wasn’t.”The door creaked open behind us. Footsteps. Then a voice, smooth, a little too confident for someone barely out of co
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and thirty Five
Alessandra's pov.I don’t remember the last time I laughed like that.Real laughter — not polite, not restrained, not the kind that dies the second someone leaves the room. But the kind that bubbles up and spills out no matter how hard you try to stop it. The kind that takes your breath away and makes your ribs ache. The kind I used to have when Jeremy was still alive.God.I swallowed the ache in my throat before it could rise again.Killian stood in the middle of the disaster zone we’d created, looking like he wasn’t sure whether to throw us out or walk away. His hair was a little messier than usual, and his eyes—his eyes—kept flicking to me like he didn’t trust that I was really okay.Neither did I.But for a few seconds, with flour in my hair and frosting on my pants, I’d forgotten how empty my chest had felt these past weeks.Brie launched another pillow at him and shouted, “You looked like you needed emotional support. This is emotional support!”Killian caught the pillow witho
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and thirty Four
Killan's Pov The air in Ronan’s Study was thick with cigar smoke and the sharp tang of whiskey. He didn’t offer me a drink, and I didn’t ask for one. We’d done this dance too many times — me chasing ghosts, him giving me nothing but more shadows to dig through.“I’m telling you, Killian,” Ronan muttered, rubbing a hand through his greying stubble, “if Lia’s own brother doesn’t know who the hell she really is, then we’ve got something far bigger than just some woman running from her past.”I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees, jaw tight. “Then tell me. What do you know?”He looked at me, those tired, half-amused eyes boring into mine. “You really want to play this game again?”I didn’t say anything. He sighed.“There was someone,” he finally said. “A guy—military background. Russian. Went by Semyon. Quiet type. Disappeared years ago, but rumor is, he was tied to something deep. Black ops level. Government kept him scrubbed clean.”“Semyon,” I repeated, mind already spiraling.
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and thirty Five
Alessandra’s POVI sank deeper into the couch, sunlight warming my face, my phone balanced in one hand and a cooling coffee mug in the other. Killian had slipped out early, muttering something about meeting Ronan to chase another lead in his endless hunt for answers. He’d kissed my forehead before he left, his lips soft, his voice low. “I’ll be back before dinner, Ale. Don’t go anywhere.” His eyes had lingered on me, heavy with that quiet fear he never spoke out loud.I didn’t want to think about it. Not after seeing Alex last night, her trembling hands and bruised wrist, her eyes so distant it was like she didn’t know me. I needed something lighter, something to keep me from unraveling.My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my head. The group chat with Brie, Stella, and Vivian was, as usual, a mess.Brie: We’re coming over. TODAY. No excuses, Alessandra.Stella: By force. By fire. By sheer feminine chaos.Vivian: I’m bringing wine. You’re welcome.Brie: Blink twice if Killian’s got yo
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