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Twenty six -Painted Lies
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Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and twenty Five
Alessandra’s POV. I couldn’t shake the pictures. They were like ghosts trapped in frames, smiling faces that didn’t know what was coming. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—Jeremy’s grin, my veil catching the light, the flower girl twirling barefoot. And Killian, always in the background, watching like he knew the world could break at any moment. He was at it again, hunched over his laptop on the couch, eyes bloodshot and unblinking. The screen’s glow lit up his face, making the shadows under his eyes look deeper, like bruises that wouldn’t fade. He’d been like this for days, maybe weeks, combing through every photo from the wedding, every blurry security clip, every scrap of evidence. Looking for something. Anything. “Start at the entrance again,” he said, his voice low, like he was afraid to disturb the silence. I nodded and slid onto the couch next to him. The laptop was warm under my fingers, humming from hours of use. I didn’t want to look at these pictures a
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and twenty four
Alessandra’s POVI swiped at my cheeks, the dampness of my tears catching me off guard. Killian’s hands stayed on my face, his thumbs brushing softly against my skin, but his eyes—those sharp, storm-gray eyes—were searching, peeling back layers I wasn’t sure I wanted exposed.“I’m fine,” I mumbled, my voice cracking like thin ice. I wasn’t fine. Not even close. The image of that little boy, Killian, staring at his sister’s broken body was clawing at my insides, tearing open a wound I didn’t even know I had.“You’re not fine,” he said, his voice low, steady, like he was stating a fact carved in stone. He leaned closer, his damp hair brushing against my forehead as he tilted my chin up. “Talk to me, Ale. What’s got you like this?”I swallowed hard, my throat tight. How do you ask someone about the moment their world shattered? How do you dig into a wound that’s been scabbed over for years, maybe decades, without drawing blood? But Killian was looking at me like he already knew what was
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and twenty three
Alessandra’s POV“Murdered?” I whispered shakily, clenching my teeth as the cold bit into my skin. Lia nodded slowly, as if trying not to reminisce. “It was all my fault…I shouldn’t have taken her there,” she repeated, clutching her face in her palms. Before long, a small tear slipped from her eyes, wetting the grass below. I bit my inner lip. Should I have asked?Lia trembled slightly, and I could see she was trying to pull herself together. Then she spoke, her words coming out in short sharp breaths. “It was her third birthday. Ronan and I thought it would be a good idea to take everyone out of the house for a nice kids party,” she paused, laughing and shaking her head like it was a stupid idea. I felt intensely conflicted, but said nothing. “We were in the middle of a very stupid blood war,” she choked out, and I held her shoulders, trying to ground her in the best way I could.Then, the grief-filled laughter returned. I had heard it when Jeremy was declared dead, like a laugh
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and twenty two
Alessandra’s POVMy heart nearly jumped out of my throat as I spun around, following the voice. She was the last person I even thought I’d see, even though my half aware brain knew we were at their house. “Lia,” I said breathily, clutching my chest softly. She casually strode until she stood directly in front of me, her eyes empty but heavy with emotion. She placed a hand on my cheek, but her touch was ice cold. “How have you been?” She asked softly.I swallowed. “How good could I be?” I shot her an awkward smile. She returned it, and guided me towards one of the benches in the garden.It was cold metal, and it seeped slowly into my veins. My chest was a mess. Lia wasn’t scary, she didn’t have any reason to seem that way.But, well there’s always a but. “You know, I could always picture you two together. Unstoppable. But at the same time, it was never hard to know when Killian was fixated on something,” she began, catching me off guard.“I guess,” was the only thing I could muster.
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and twenty one
Alessandra’s POV Present day “So…..what were you up to in the past month? I tried to reach out, but I didn’t hear from you.” His hand stilled on my back. Those soft, feather-light strokes that had been soothing me into a strange kind of peace just… stopped. I didn’t move. I kept my head on his chest, jaw resting against his skin, listening to the silence grow thick around us. It’s been three days since the council meeting. Three days since the gunshot. Since the kiss. And I’ve been here, at Ronan’s place, ever since. I should be worried about my mum, and maybe a part of me still is—but Ronan won’t hurt her. Not while he still believes she can finish the formula for Nexus. He needs her. And she’s using that. She made me swear not to tell him the truth. Promised him she’d keep working on it, promised me she’d buy time. And in return, she made me promise something, too—that I’d find a way for us to get out. For both of us to leave this place for good. But before that... she asked
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Hundred and twenty
KILLIAN'S POV. ( two weeks after Jeremy's death .. before Alessandra's meeting with the brotherhood ) It had been fourteen days Fourteen fucking days. Three hundred thirty-six hours. Too damn long, and I still didn’t know who killed my brother. The last few weeks was a blur, and after Ronan killed basically fucking person at the venue, I knew he knew it too. Whoever killed Jeremy wasn’t at the wedding. But what was their motive? Jeremy might have been an asshole, but he didn’t have any real enemies heartless enough to poison him point blank. I groaned. People cried like they knew him. Like they understood what we lost. But I knew better. Jeremy wasn’t someone you understood easily. He was an absurd, beautiful paradox—loud and reckless, sharp and observant. And now, gone. Just… gone. He died with blood pouring out of his mouth. On his wedding day. In front of everyone. And no one saw a damn thing. I hadn’t slept more than three hours at a stretch since that day. My room
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