Hundred and Eleven

Alessandra's POV. I didn’t have my phone on me, so I couldn’t exactly call anyone. My father’s men had been stationed outside the door since I got here. They hadn’t let anyone in—not even to drop off a message. Not Jeremy. Not Lia. Not Ronan. No one had come to see me What did I expect? I shot their son and I shot his brother.. There’s a good chance Lia wants to shoot me right now. And maybe she should. But still…..the Salvatores are big on family. Even when they’re angry. Even when it hurts. It’s just a few minutes to my last grace as a Castillo. I turned my eyes to the wedding dress that was on the manquien . It was beautiful—delicate beading, soft lace, something right out of a bridal magazine. But it wasn’t me. If I had paid more attention when it was being made… maybe I would’ve spoken up. Maybe I would’ve asked for something different. Something that felt more like mine. I stood up slowly and walked over to it, dragging my fingers across the bodice. Cold fabric. Perfe

Last Updated : 2025-07-18

Hundred and Twelve

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-19

Hundred and Thirteen

Alessandra's POV. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I just stood there, staring—like my brain needed time to believe what my eyes were seeing. It was him. Really him. My gaze drifted lower, down to his abdomen. The spot I’d aimed at. The spot where I .... My lips began to tremble, the breath in my chest catching like it didn’t want to be released. Something inside me cracked, just barely holding together. Stella gave my shoulder a gentle tap. “I’ll tell makeup to be on standby,” she said, her voice lighter now. “And please…..let yourself be happy.” I half-turned toward her, but I didn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t. I was terrified that if I blinked, he’d disappear.. Stella was already heading for the door when she called over her shoulder, “And for the love of all things expensive, please don’t have sex in that dress. We don’t have a backup.” A tiny scoff escaped my throat....barely there. And then it was just us. I looked back at him. Killian. Alive.

Last Updated : 2025-07-20

Hundred and fourteen

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-21

Hundred and Fifteen

Alessandra's POV My eyes were wide, fixed on Jeremy. And he was still smiling. The priest cleared his throat, clearly unsure what to do. He leaned back into the mic. “Do you take—” Jeremy let out a sigh and gently took the mic from his hands. “I said no,” he repeated, then glanced at the crowd. “Do you want me to say it in Italian? No.” A ripple of murmurs spread across the guests. Heads turned. Whispers followed like a wave. I scanned the faces—Lia looked frozen in place, eyes wide, hand to her mouth. Ronan sat back, completely indifferent, like he’d seen it coming. I leaned closer, my voice low enough only he would hear. “Jeremy, what are you doing?” He turned to me, calm, almost amused. Then he chuckled and lifted the mic again. “Well,” he said, “I have a story. A funny one, actually.” His gaze dropped to me, and this time, his smile was sharper. “You’re not quite my type.” What? My stomach turned. The whole world felt like it had gone quiet just to hear

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Hundred and sixteen - Grief that Will never go away.

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

Last Updated : 2025-07-23