บททั้งหมดของ Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Alessandra’s POVThe soft morning light spilled across my sheets, warming the cool ache in my bones. My phone buzzed beside me, lighting up with the girls’ group call. I smiled faintly and swiped to answer.“Finally!” Bree’s voice screeched into my ear, jolting me fully awake. “Sleeping beauty has risen.”“I wasn’t sleeping,” I lied, pressing the phone against my cheek as I shifted upright, ignoring the sharp sting in my thigh. “I was…resting.”“Resting is sleeping,” Vivian deadpanned. “Anyway, are we still on for today? With the movies.”“Definitely movies,” Stella agreed. “I’m sick of staring at my lab ceiling.”“What are we watching?” Bree asked. "We haven't exactly concluded on that."“Horror,” Stella said.“No, rom-com,” Vivian argued. “Something light. My brain can’t handle screams today.”“I want action,” Bree countered, “with gunfights and hot men.”“Horror,” Stella repeated firmly. “It’ll help us scream out our pent-up stress.”“Rom-com,” Vivian insisted, “because we need ser

Killian's POV The only reason I came here was because.... the thought of her doing this with just Jeremy was well.... just no Slowly, I let my hand drift down, slipping beneath the thin blanket draped over her legs. She stiffened immediately, her back going rigid as my fingers trailed up her inner thigh, stopping just below the hem of her gown. Her breathing hitched, her eyes darting to me in shock. “Killian,” she whispered, her voice sharp and panicked. "kill...' I smirked, leaning back in my seat like I hadn’t just slipped my hand between her thighs. “Relax, Butterfly Watch your movie.” Her hand shot down to grab my wrist, but I didn’t let her push me away. Instead, I pressed my thumb against the sensitive skin just above her knee, rubbing small circles there. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as she struggled to stay quiet. “Stop it,” she hissed under her breath, her grip tightening on my wrist. “We’re in public, Killian.” “When have I ever given a fuck about publi

Alessandra's POV I woke up to the feeling of warmth beside me. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and my hair was sprawled across my face. I blinked against the soft morning light seeping through the cream curtains. Killian was sitting by the edge of my bed, his dark hair messy and his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He wore a loose black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, making him look impossibly young yet still terrifyingly powerful. “Morning, Ale” he said quietly, voice hoarse from sleep or silence. “Killian,” I whispered, my chest tightening at how gentle he sounded. “You’re here. Did you sleep in my room?” He raised a brow, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. “Where else would I be?” I smiled softly, reaching out to touch his jaw. The rough stubble there made me shiver. “I don’t know. work?... you've been spending alot of time there” He scoffed, but the corner of his lips curved up. “I’ll always make time for yo

Alessandra's POV There were so many reasons I started building and making those weapons as K but truthfully I never designed them my mother did ... after she died I came across her work book and then dad sent me a way ..I had access to his money so it wasn't difficult to get myself the proper equipment and supplies a place i could work too ... I'm the daughter who learned to shop online before I could bathe myself so he thought I was spending the money on luxury goods .. well at the time uncle Diego covered that aspect of my life ...but this man in front of me...“So, what...you know so much about me now?” I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be.He hummed like he was thinking deeply.“I only know what you let me know.”I folded my hands tighter in my lap, eyes on a crack in the floor tile.“Was my sister ever here too? you mentioned her ” I asked carefully.He leaned back in his chair. “Once or twice. But nothing like yours. She came in just to talk. Nothing serious.”He n

Alessandra's POV Killian’s face does something I’ve never seen before. He went pale. Not cold. Not angry. Just... lost. Like I’d said something so wrong it cracked in him...his grip loosens around my waist, and without a word, I let my legs fall back to the floor. I stand on my own. But I don’t let go of hope. Not yet. He has to love me. At least a little. I could survive on just a little. “Killian....” I say, barely more than a breath. “I can give you the world, Ale,” he says. And that’s when hope dies. It doesn’t shatter. It just.....fades. Like a match burning down to your fingers. “But not yourself,” I whispered but I know he heard me he always hears me I taste salt on my lips....tears again. I don’t even try to stop them this time. “I can give you that,” he says quietly, eyes burning. “You could kill me, and I’d be grateful it was you.” He took a step closer. I stepped back. “Not your heart" I looked him in the eye and I didn't Flinch, neither did he. For