Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Killian's POV I grab Alex’s arm and twist it behind her back. “Where’s Alessandra?” My voice is low, tight. She winces, jaw clenched but says nothing. I press harder. Her breath catches in pain. “Where is she?” I snap. “And why the hell are you dressed like her?” She lets out a shaky laugh almost breathless. “What gave me away? We’re basically the same.” “No,” I say, leaning in. “You might have her face, her hair, your even putting on her goddamn perfume. But you’re not her. You’re not even close. Now tell me where she is.” “The door’s open. Why don’t you go find out?” Her voice has lost the edge it started with, but I don’t care. I shove her back. She stumbles, nearly hitting the wall. I don’t wait. I storm inside. I’ve been here before. A few times. Alessandra used to sneak me in when we were kids. Showed me all the best hiding spots. The place is massive. Bigger than Ronan’s house actually ....You could lose someone here forever. But I head straight to the room that

Alessandra's POV The scene in front of me wasn’t changing. No matter how many times I blinked, no matter how hard I prayed, it wouldn’t disappear. My vision was blurry with tears, but I still saw it—burned into my mind like a brand I could never scrape off. My dad… my father…..he wasn’t stopping. A choked sob tore out of me as bile rose to my throat. I bolted from the study, slamming into the door frame in my hurry. My legs moved on their own, fast steps turning into a stumbling run down the hallway. The marble floor blurred under my feet as my body trembled with horror. I didn’t care where I was going. I just needed to leave. To get away from what I saw. I didn’t see the stairs until it was too late. My foot slipped, my knee gave way, and the world twisted sideways. I fell hard, pain slicing up my arm and back. But that pain was nothing compared to the burning image seared into my mind. I tasted blood, mixed with vomit, rising up my throat as I clutched the cold marble. I

Alessandra's POV We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like forever. I didn’t want to let go. I was scared that if I moved, she’d disappear We ended up sitting on the floor, our legs tangled, her arms around me like they used to be. My head rested on her chest and I listened to her heartbeat It was real. She was real. Her fingers stroked through my hair slowly, like she was trying to calm both of us. Then she asked again, her voice soft. “What are you doing here, princess?” I pulled back. Not completely, just enough to see her face. I couldn’t believe she was the one asking that. “You’re asking me?” I said, my voice cracking. “I should be asking you. You’ve been dead, Mum. For fourteen years. Fourteen. What is this? How are you even here?” Her eyes filled again, glassy and heavy with unshed tears. They kept shifting hazel, gold, green like the light in them couldn’t decide what to settle on. She took a deep breath, then stood slowly, brushing the dus

Alessandra's POV "You're insane. And no, we are not accepting your deal," Mum said, still standing in front of me, shielding me like she always had. But her words hit me in a way I knew she didn’t expect.Fourteen years.Fourteen years she’s been locked in here like a ghost. I could see it now how pale her skin looked, how thin, how withdrawn. There’s no way she can keep living like this. I can’t let her.Mum kept talking, trying to reason with him, but he wasn’t listening. His eyes were locked on me. Because he knew. He knew I’d do anything for the people I love. I’d give my life for them. I’d burn everything down if it meant saving one of them."You have a deal," I said, cutting her off.She turned to me, her voice barely a whisper. "What?"I met her eyes, holding her face gently between my hands like I used to when I was little and bought something with her ATM card behind her back "You’ve been here for fourteen years. Your skin is pale. You’ve hardly seen people. I don’t even th

Alessandra's POV. “I’m here…” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as the alarm went off “I made it back on time. Please, don’t hurt her.” I ran toward the guards, breathless, my legs numb, my heart beating so loud it drowned everything else out. I turned to go back. I had to. But one of them grabbed my arm and held me back. “No...no, i need to go back,” I cried, struggling against his grip. “Please, I need to help him. He’s bleeding. I…..I shot him.” The words hit me all over again. I shot him. A sob broke from my throat, full and raw. I didn’t mean to. God, I didn’t mean to. But he wouldn’t have let me go. I know Killian. I know him. If I stayed, we would still be there going in circles and I would’ve caved.... I would’ve told him everything. He would’ve taken the world apart to help me but my mother would be dead. “I had to,” I said through tears, as if trying to convince myself. “I thought of everything. A hundred ways to get out. But none of them got me here fast eno