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Sixteen - A Whore's Lesson
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Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Forty - Not Mine, Still Mine
Killian's POV * two weeks before Alessandra wakes up* I expect the worst from everyone and everything. Including myself. So I’m never surprised. Not when I open my eyes and all I feel is rage. Not when the red fog settles behind my eyelids before I’ve even sat up. It’s all I’ve known since I woke up. I want to rip my skin off. Tear through my own flesh if it means getting to Alessandra. It’s been a week since the accident. I woke up yesterday, and no one would tell me where she was. Instead, they showed me the video from the gallery. She was on her knees. They made her bow to some piece of shit with a gun to her head. The same idiot I let live last time. Gave him Mercy and he used it to force himself on her. The only thing that stopped me from blacking out in that moment was watching her fight back. She fought. And then they shot her. They made her cry. Made her scream. I want to cut his dick off and stuff it in his mouth. He wants a blowjob so bad—he’ll
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty nine - Killian's Diamond (2)
Killian Three weeks ago.... Where the fuck did Alessandra go? This isn’t the kind of event you just disappear from, not without a goddamn trace. I’m already at the front door, scanning the crowd again, but I still don’t have eyes on her. before I could check the CCTV my phone starts ringing. Alessandra. Normally, I’d ignore it—but today? Today’s not normal. I answer, and before I can get a single word out, her voice comes through the speaker—shaky, shattered. “Killian…” She’s crying. “Killian, I need your help… I’m driving toward a cliff, they hacked into my car, the brakes are gone… I’m bleeding, I—I don’t even know if I’ll stay conscious. They shot me. Killian… please…” Everything inside me halts. For a second, I can’t breathe. She’s crying. She’s begging. She’s bleeding and I’m not there. But if they know I’m coming, they’ll vanish. Regroup. Strike again. I can’t give them that chance. I was already halfway down the steps, phone tucked to my ear as I swing my
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty Eight -Always Choose Each Other.
Alessandra's POV. "I'm sorry. I know how this must sound, but... I met your mother a year before she got sick," the woman says, her voice steady but careful. "Through a mutual friend.....Mrs. Russo." Alex shifts beside me, arms crossed, her eyes narrowing. “She left something for both of you,” the woman continues. “I was supposed to give it to you when you turned eighteen. But I heard you weren’t together at the time… and she was very clear. You had to watch it together.” She glances between us before continuing. “Then I heard about your accident from Mrs. Russo and I figured you’d both be here. When I saw your uncle....” she gives him a small nod “I recognized a familiar face.” He nods back, slowly, but says nothing. Alex speaks first. “So why would we believe you? She could’ve just used the family lawyer.” “Peach” Uncle mutters. “What?” Alex shrugs. “I’m just being honest.” The woman doesn’t seem offended. If anything, she almost smiles as she turns her eyes back
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty seven - Uncle vs. Father.
Alessandra's POV. "I know it's not ideal since you’re still recovering from a bullet wound, but your dad said you’d be excited..." Jeremy rubs the back of his neck. “I didn’t think you were..... into the whole thing.” Of course. My dad... I'm officially counting the days till his hundred years old. I don’t even get to respond before a low voice cuts through the room like a blade. “Are you insane?” Jeremy flinches. I turn my head slowly—too slowly—to see Uncle Diego standing in the doorway, face like stone. “Excuse me?” Jeremy asks, straightening. “You’re excused now get out before I kill you.” Diego’s voice is calm, too calm. His gaze is fixed on Jeremy like a laser. The fun, teasing uncle I know isn’t in the room right now. “I wouldn’t advise you to speak to my son like that ever again.” The second voice makes my stomach twist. Ronan. Of course. Uncle Diego doesn’t even Flinch he turns to Ronan, He lets out a breathy laugh that sounds nothing like amusement.
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty Six - Three weeks
Alessandra There’s something wet on my face. Gentle, warm licks—persistent. And a nose, nudging and sniffing, soft puffs of breath against my cheek. “Girl, I don’t think you’re supposed to be doing that. The nurses will clean her,” someone says, voice muffled, far away. A growl answers. “Sheesh. Who brought this dog here anyway?” Another voice, firm. “I’d advise you to stop talking. The last nurse who mouthed off is still recovering. Super protective—doesn’t even let her father in the room.” The voices fade in and out, bouncing around in my head like echoes in a tunnel. I try to open my eyes. Nothing. Why… can’t I open them? I try again. Nothing. Panic trickles in slowly, like ink in water. I can’t feel my legs either or my arms. My chest tightens. Oh God. I fight to move something—anything. Just a finger. A toe. A blink. “She’s seizing again!” The voice is still echoing… “Bean!” That voice cuts through everything. Shaky. Broken. Familiar. I try to re
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty Five - Killian’s Diamond
Alessandra's POV My mind went blank. Tears stopped midstream, drying on my cheeks like they were never there. "Walk slowly," he muttered behind me. "You don't want to end up dead now, do you?" I hesitated,Just for a second. He nudged the cold barrel into my side, and I walked, slowly like my feet were Made of glass Today’s been hell. No—worse than that. A dumpster fire of bad luck and chaos. And now, this. We reached the back of the building. It had been just one man. If I timed it right, maybe I could've taken him. But when we rounded the corner properly…. Five men. And a sleek black car idling like it belonged there. He marched me to the passenger side. Without warning, he kicked the back of my knee. I crumpled. My palms hit the gravel. The skin split. The car window rolled down, but I couldn’t see who was inside. Rough hands shoved my head down. Nose scraping concrete. A voice drifted out from the car. Male. Detached. Almost... bored. "So she’s Killian’s Diamond,
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty Four - Balconies and Betrayals
Alessandra’s POV *(Age 7)Mom placed pancakes in front of us and asked, “Why did you two make us buy adult beds if you’re not going to sleep in them?”“Alessandra’s scared of the dark.”“Alex doesn’t like being alone.”We answered like a chorus, like we’d rehearsed it. Then, in perfect unison:“We balance each other out.”We snickered. Two little shadows of each other, amused with how we always spoke the same words at the same time.“Stop that. It’s weird,” Mom said, trying to sound stern, but she was smiling. She always smiled when it came to us.“Okay,” we echoed, again.Mom sighed and shook her head like it was the hundredth time. Probably was.“She’s copying me,” Alex said.“She’s copying me,” I said, too.“We can’t help it,” I said, holding back a grin. “She’s lightning.”“She’s thunder,” Alex finished.And that was us. Always us.*(Present age -21)That memory feels like it belongs to someone else’s life. Another world. Now, I was at the East Wing again. I wandered without
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty three - The price of wanting (2)
Alessandra. Once Killian’s mother and I separated, she made her way to her son. For a second—just a breath—I thought he was looking at me. He wasn’t. I don’t know why I keep doing that—hoping. Like I haven't learned by now that wanting something doesn't make it real, I just need to accept his eyes weren’t mine tonight. So I turned away.....away from the ache growing in my chest, and made my way over to Jeremy. He was with the boys. Damon... He always unsettled me. He and Killian were cut from the same stone; broad, tall, quiet but where Killian was cold steel, Damon was something darker, deeper. The fact that he was half Asian did nothing to soften the way he looked. Tattoos licked up the side of his neck, disappearing under his collar, and he had a lip piercing at the bottom corner ,that caught the light when he scowled. But for the first time ever, his eyes weren’t on Stella, but to be fair she wasn't here she was back at the hotel binge watching fear Street and Scre
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Thirty two-The price of wanting
Alessandra/Killian.AlessandraAfter everything that just happened, I needed air, not the kind people offer when they say “step outside, clear your head”.....I needed quiet. My skin still hummed from where Killian touched me, the scream that chased me down the corridor was still echoing in my head.I found myself slipping away from the party, heels clicking against marble as I moved to the east side of the gallery. Auction was on the west wing , but the East wing was quiet, too quiet. A few guards stood stationed but they didn’t stop me from going in.At the end of the hallway, tall double doors were cracked open like they were waiting for someone. The moment I stepped in, The energy in the room felt... still, like it was holding its breath.Paintings lined the walls moody and Dark. But one….it pulled me in. A massive canvas framed in thin gold. Darkness spilled across it like a storm. And right in the middle, a break—a soft tear in the Darkness. Two hands reaching for each other. O
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