Semua Bab Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

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

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

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

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.