Alessandra's POV I woke to the sound of rattling. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light as I turned toward the noise. Sam was placing a tray on the table. Her eyes caught mine, and for a second, neither of us said a word. "Good morning, miss," she said, her voice polite but distant. Shame curled low in my belly, not because of what we did—I dont regret that—but because I’m engaged and Sam knows that. Sam wouldn’t tell. I knew that. There had to be a reason she worked for Killian. "The boss said you'd need breakfast in bed," she said, her face unreadable as always. I nodded, pushing myself up on one elbow. "Thank you," I said quietly. "But... where is he?" I tried to sound casual I already knew he wouldn’t have stayed beside me all night but then again to be honest I’ve never even seen him sleep. "Downstairs. In the kitchen." My eyes widened. "He’s home?" Sam nodded once. That was all it took. I nearly fell out of bed in my rush to s
Alessandra's POV. Unlike with Jeremy, Killian’s darkness doesn’t make me want to run. It terrifies me, yes, but in a way that makes my blood sing. I don’t flinch from it. I lean in , I crave it. A part of me yearns for the sharp edges in him, the part that everyone else avoids. Killian pulls me toward the back of the couch, guiding me with a quiet command I don’t dare question. My hands brace against the cushions, and I noticed we're in front of a mirror ... I've noticed that he loves it when I see how he ruins me He doesn’t waste time. His fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, dragging them down in one smooth motion and my bra follows, undone with a snap my breasts fall free aching and needdy This is the first time I’ve been completely naked in front of him..... well I'm fully conscious this time His hand wraps around my throat from behind. Not tight enough to steal my breath, but enough to keep me up on my toes. Enough to remind me who’s in control.
Alessandra's POV. He commissioned my dollhouse. We're living in my dollhouse. Is that why the house felt so bare when I first arrived? So minimal? Like it was waiting for me. that's why he never said anything about what I did to his house. How do I even face him now? It’s been so long. How did he even survive? Oh my God. "Alessandra, are you okay?" Stella nudged me, her voice slicing through the music that had suddenly come roaring back into my ears. Right. I was drowning in guilt and the club noise had been the perfect excuse not to feel it. "Huh?" I turned to Stella, blinking like I’d just woken up. "Truth or dare" she said with a grin. "Well, dare. You’ve used up all your truths." I exhaled, slow and steady. I just needed to forget. Forget everything outside this place. Forget what I did "Fine. What am I doing?" "Kiss him" Vivian said, pointing toward some guy across the room with sandy blonde hair. "I’m engaged, you guys" I reminded them, like that s
Alessandra's POV I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat. The tears rolled down before I could stop them, sliding silently past my cheeks and soaking into the pillow. When I finally forced myself to sit up, my eyes met a familiar shade of grey. I looked away immediately. I couldn't look at him, my heart was breaking into a million and one pieces "Are you okay?" Killian asked. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. How could he even look at me? I couldn't even look at myself. God... I took everything from him. His family. His home. His birthright. Maybe it was fair that a part of him always wanted to kill me. I needed to drown out the noise. The guilt. The truth. I wasn’t ready to face any of it...... "I asked you a question," he said, voice sharper now. "You’ve been out cold for over twenty-four hours. If something’s wrong, you should tell me." I pulled the covers over my head. Childish, maybe, but it was all I had. "Did you not hear me?" I exhaled, long and sharp. “A
Alessandra's POV I don't understand why Killian told me to wait in my room if we had guests coming over. He didn’t even like people in his space, so why have them over now? I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled out Mom’s journal from the dresser, I flipped through the book reading a few pages before pausing on one that caught me off guard: * You know I’ve spent the past two months sucking up to Lia. Well, she’s not bad. She’s a sweet lady.....compared to most Don’s wives I’ve met, she’s nice. I’ve just been trying to butter her up before talking to her about getting you engaged to Dmitri…...He pretends like he doesn’t listen to half the things you say, but he listens. Even I stop listening at some point because you talk a lot. Since you’ll be reading this when you’re older, I’m really hoping everything goes as planned. That way, I know you’ll be happy. You’ll probably hate him when you’re older, but he just needs time…...* Dmitri? Lia had another son? I would know that,
Killian's POV “I only invited Mom. Why are you here?” I asked Ronan, leaning against the doorframe. Alessandra was upstairs. She could hear us and see us from her room. Some things were better seen and heard than explained.....like the fact that Alessandra thought I was sleeping with Lia. My mom. My mom cheating on my dad? No. That was... nothing, actually. She is crazy about the man and Ronan would kill any fucker who even looked at her wrong. “Did you forget that when people get married, they become one?” Ronan said with a smirk. “You’re just here because you don’t want her sleeping over” I shot back. “Excuse me, both of you,” Lia interrupted, stepping between us like a mother swatting at bickering children. “I don’t understand this silly competition. I love you both equally and I wouldn’t pick between one or the other.” She walked past us without looking back. Ronan followed, a little too close behind. “Where’s Jeremy?” Lia asked. “I called him. He’s with Dad’s co