All Chapters of Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alessandra's POV I stood by the window, my fingers brushing the cold glass.Wouldn’t it be better if I just died?I may have killed the only person who truly cared about me. And now, I had to go on like nothing happened ....I still have to acknowledge Alex as my sister and Luke Castillo as my father, Marry Jeremy and have children for him within the year.I was dying slowly anyways ...why not just But then.....there was Mum.Her face flashed in my mind, and I stepped back from the edge. I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t break her that way..... If I die here she'll be in that prison ,that hell hole for the rest of her life, So I did what I always did.....shoved the pain down and moved like it didn’t exist.I threw my hair up into a quick bun, pulled on jeans and a top, and opened the door to leave.Only to slam right into someone.Lia.Her fist was lifted, frozen mid-knock. I stared at her, heart racing, unsure if she’d come to finish what I started.Would she slap me? Scream at

Alessandra’s POV “Uncle?” “Let’s go, bean. Everyone’s waiting for you.” His voice was calm, but his eyes never touched mine. They were locked on Killian—and if looks could kill, Killian wouldn’t be standing right now. I tried to pull away, but Killian didn’t move. He kept holding me, eyes fixed on mine like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Please. I begged him with just a look. My throat felt too tight to speak at first. But then I did. “Let me go,” I said quietly. “You’ll find someone one day. Someone who chooses you. I’m sorry that someone wasn’t me.” Each word scraped against my chest as I forced it out. I could feel something breaking.....cracking open between us. His eyes darkened. Whatever he was thinking, I didn’t want to know. I just knew I wouldn’t like it and things wouldn't go well for me if he goes through with it. “Please,” I whispered again, “let me go.” And for the first time in a long time, I saw him blink like it physically hurt. I begged him....and fin

Alessandra's POV All I could hear was the ringing in my ears. A sharp, high-pitched hum that made everything else feel far away....muted, like I was underwater. My eyes stayed fixed on the blood smeared across the front of my wedding dress. His blood. We rushed him here. Killian drove, breaking every law regarding traffic regulations that ever existed. I don’t remember speaking...I just remember holding Lia upright, helping her walk when her legs wouldn’t work right. She hasn’t said a word since we got here. She’s just sitting there now, completely still, staring at the floor like if she moves, she’ll fall apart completely. Killian is in the corner of the waiting room. Not standing, not pacing. He’s on the floor, his back against the wall, knees pulled up, head down, like he’s trying to hold himself together. I’ve never seen him like that before. Not even close. Ronan has been pacing. Restless. Angry, maybe, but not in the usual way. His eyes are red not from anger but from tear

Alessandra’s POVIt had been four weeks since my wedding. Two since we buried Jeremy.I haven’t spoken to Ronan yet about my father. Not because I didn’t want to—but because I still wanted to help my mother. And maybe.....maybe I was afraid.I hadn’t seen much of my father either. He’s been “occupied.” First with the chaos left behind after the wedding, then with the funeral. Then with Ronan’s response....one hundred and fifty people dead.... my wedding really was the Red wedding As for me?I was just trying to breathe. Trying to pretend I didn’t feel what I felt. That I didn’t see Jeremy’s face in my sleep. That I didn’t remember the way he smiled at me even after the blood had spilled from his mouth. That I wasn’t the one who never loved him back.And he had only ever wanted that.For me to love him.Now I stood in front of Ronan’s estate again , I haven't been here since the wedding.There was a meeting with members of the Brotherhood. Normally, I could attend only because I was e

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