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One- Uninvited

Alessandra's POV "Did you enjoy dinner?" Kol’s voice was smooth as we turned the corner, his presence warm beside me in the cool night air. "Yes, I did," I replied, clutching his arm a little tighter. Two years together. He went all out tonight reservations at a restaurant he always claimed was overrated but mysteriously booked anyway. Usually, he'd just cook something special at home. But tonight was different. I had hoped no— expected, a proposal. The way he recently talked about children, about our future, it only made sense. I chewed every bite slowly, just in case a ring was hidden in the food. I sipped my wine deliberately, checking for anything clinking against the glass. Nothing. Dinner ended, and still—nothing. Now we were walking home. Maybe he wanted to do it under the streetlights, something grand and romantic, a moment I’d remember forever. He wasn’t the type for spontaneous gestures, at least not with me, but maybe tonight was different. "Thank you for tonight

Two - Repressed Rage

Alessandra's POV I hadn’t been home in six years. Not because I didn’t want to come back. I wasn’t allowed to. Growing up, I was the defective twin. Not strong or sharp like my sister, Alex. She had the grades, the combat skills—the discipline needed for the life we were born into. A life of guns, drugs, power. The mafia life. My father, Luke Castillo, was the Consigliere to the Godfather of Italy. Which meant he had no patience for weaklings. No tolerance for mistakes. And I was both—a weakling and a mistake. He made that clear every time he looked at me. Every time he asked me questions I couldn’t answer. I think he sent me away because, if he hadn’t, he might’ve killed me. I walked quickly to the dining room. Dinner was at eight. He hated waiting. When I opened the door, he was scrolling through his phone, not even glancing up. I stood across from him, clearing my throat. Nothing. So much for a welcome back. “Hi, Papa.” Still nothing. I tried again. “I haven’t seen you

Three - Who are you ?

Alessandra's POV Friday came too fast. The guards trailed behind me, carrying my luggage, but my feet faltered as I passed Alex’s door. I shouldn’t stop. Should just keep walking. But I couldn’t. She was my other half. And I wouldn’t be seeing her for a while. I opened her door and headed to the walk in closet l. She stood in front of the mirror, shirt clutched in her hands, her back stiff. Shoulders drawn in. She wasn’t just looking at herself—she was searching for something no one else could see. I cleared my throat. She jerked, body reacting before her face did. The shirt was yanked over her head in a single, seamless motion. Too fast. Too natural. She’d done this before. For the smallest fraction of a second, something flickered in her expression—worry, maybe. Then it was gone, buried beneath that familiar wall. Cold. Indifferent. Unreadable. "What are you doing here?" The words held nothing. No warmth. No curiosity. "I wanted to tell you I was leaving." "You’re tellin

Four - The smell of blood

Alessandra's POV "Ale… Alessandra." My name escaped in a breathless whisper, unsteady and weak. His scent filled my lungs, leather and spice, tinged with the faintest hint of blood. He towered over me, broad, unyielding, his presence so heavy I could feel it pressing into my bones. "Why are you in my house?" I opened my mouth, trying to explain, to piece together something that would make sense to him—but his expression didn’t shift. Didn’t soften. Didn’t let me go. Then my gaze flicked past him to the mirror on the wall. My stomach clenched. A shard of glass was lodged deep in his back, right in the muscle, he wouldn't reach it on his own . He hadn’t even noticed. "If you were Jeremy's fiancée, I would know." His grip on me loosened. For a fraction of a second, I thought maybe he was letting me go— Then he pulled out a gun. Click. The sound ripped through the air, shoving every other thought out of my head. "I'm not going to ask you again." I stared at him, my breath

Five- He said he loves her.

Alessandra's POV I knew I was crazy. Better yet, a coward. But not to this extent. It was eleven in the morning and I hadn’t left the room. Not even once. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided I was too much trouble, too many questions, too close to whatever secrets he was hiding? What if Killian—cold, unreadable, practically sculpted from violence—just walked in and finished what he almost started? What if he needed help with his stitches? Oh god. Why did he even take his shirt off yesterday? Who told him to do that? How could a person even look like that? And why the hell was that what I was focusing on? Snap out of it. That’s your fiancé’s best friend. Thinking like that will get you killed. My phone buzzed on the table and I lunged for it, almost too desperate for the distraction. Jeremy’s Mother Hi, dear. I can’t wait to see you. I was going to send a car to come get you so you can get ready here… but Jeremy opted to do it himself. I’ll see you soon. – Lia

Six - The toast

I must have heard wrong.I had to have heard wrong.Because unless my ears were betraying me—Killian just said he loves her.Lia.His best friend’s mother.The Godfather’s wife.My future mother-in-law.And she… she loves him too.My stomach twisted—tight and sour and confusing. It wasn’t jealousy. It couldn’t be. What right did I have to feel anything at all? This wasn’t my business. Killian was a free man. He could love anyone. He could set himself on fire for her if he wanted to.Except…Except my mother -in-law was involved.And the woman he wanted belonged to Ronan Salvatore—a man who slit throats over less than this. A man who killed first and apologized never.That’s why I was bothered. That’s the only reason I was bothered."Alessandra."My name snapped through the air like a whip.My spine locked, breath freezing mid-inhale.I didn’t even have to turn to know—it was him.Papa.He stepped into my line of vision, his shadow swallowing the light like it always had."Why are you

Seven - Locked out

Alessandra's POV. Nobody moved. The scent of roasted lamb, wine, and now blood hung thick in the air. It coated the back of my throat—metallic, vile, unforgettable. Mr. Hart’s body was still here his blood soaking his suit and dripping to the floor, face pressed awkwardly against the linen, eyes open but unseeing. And Killian… Killian sipped his wine. Like he hadn’t just executed a man mid-toast. Like this was just another Tuesday. A chair scraped back. Ronan's ,he was Slow and deliberate. His hands folded neatly in front of him, elbows on the table, eyes fixed on the corpse—and then on Killian. He didn’t yell. Didn’t panic. Didn’t even blink. He simply said, “Explain.” Killian met his gaze, unflinching. “He was lying. Embezzling. Touching things that weren’t his.” His eyes flicked to me—just once. “Now he’s not.” A pause. Heavy. Deadly. Then— Ronan exhaled a breath through his nose. “Clean it up.” His guards moved like shadows—swift, clinical, used to blood. Hart’s b

Eight - Cuddles vs. Killian

Alessandra Three hours. Three fucking hours in the rain. I’d left Killian a dozen messages I think he blocked my number, honestly. Wouldn’t even be surprising at this point.Jeremy didn’t pick up either. Straight to voicemail. I even texted Lia, asked her if I could come by. No reply. Of course not. God forbid someone around here actually gives a damn.I thought about getting a hotel, but apparently Ubers don’t exist in this area, and it was raining like the sky had a personal vendetta. About thirty minutes later, I heard the distinct purr of a car. I didn’t look up. Probably a tenant. But then the horn started. Short, sharp. Impatient. Again. And again.Asshole."You better get in before I drive off."His voice.I dragged my eyes up and saw it—sleek black car, low and shiny. Of course. He didn’t even get out. He Just sat there honking like I was some valet he didn’t want to tip.I ran to the car. Cold raindrops hitting my skin like needles. My top soaked instantly, clinging to my

Nine -Not even Cinderella.

“You know,” Jeremy said, pulling open the door to the wedding dress store, “for someone who claims not to care about the Union, Xander—you sure have a lot of complaints.”“That’s not what I’m saying,” I muttered, “Weddings only happen once for people like us. I’m not doing it in a rental, it’s pathetic...”Before I could follow in, Jeremy let the door fall shut right into my face.“Jeremy.”“What?” he shot over his shoulder with a scoff. “You think you’re Cinderella?”God, I could kill him. Swiftly. Painlessly. Except then I’d have to deal with Killian, the Godfather, and my father. Ugh. Lucky bastard.I opened the door and walked in, I was ushered straight to the changing room and didn’t waste time. I tried on the first dress, stepped out, strutted a little just to prove a point, and turned toward the mirror.“I hate it,” Jeremy said without lifting his eyes.“You didn’t even look.”“Didn’t have to. It didn’t capture my attention the second you walked out. You need a dress that can t

Ten- The Thief.

Alessandra's POV.“Come on… I promise you’ll have fun,” Stella cooed, swirling the straw in her drink like she was stirring up mischief.Over the past few weeks, we’d grown closer—bonded, somehow. She was the kind of girl who had a thousand things going on and still made you feel like you were the most interesting part of her day, introduced me to her other friends. Thanks to Stella, I’d actually left the house a few times, not just for curated events with Jeremy. And more importantly, I hadn’t been trapped alone in a mansion with him.The devil.I’d tried thanking him once for Cuddles But he was always on the move. After his morning workouts, he disappeared into his room, and then into another room. A locked one. Always locked. As if it were the portal to his real life. The one I wasn’t invited into.I tried over food too. A peace offering maybe? But I quickly realized neither of us had ever touched the stove. He always ordered takeout before I could even register, I was hungry.

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