Semua Bab Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Killian’s POVThe silence in the room was heavy. It clung to me, pressing against my ribs like a weight. I was still lying on the floor. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep here. My shirt was off, tossed somewhere I couldn’t see, and the wound in my side burned like someone had lit a match inside me.I lifted the edge of the blanket draped over me. It was stained—dried blood crusted along the hem. My fingers hovered over the fresh bandage. She must’ve done that. Alessandra.She’d seen me like that.The memory hit hard. The trembling. The breath that wouldn’t come. The way I’d tried to keep it together and failed. And her—quiet, still, holding me like she wasn’t afraid of me.I hated that she’d seen it.I pushed myself up, slowly. Every movement tugged at my ribs, made my body scream. But I didn’t stop. I sat there, elbows on my knees, breathing through my teeth. I kept my eyes on the wall.It’s over.They’re not here.You survived.I repeated it like a prayer, again and again, un

Alessandra’s POVI hung up the phone. Killian didn’t speak, neither did Damon.My eyes stayed fixed on the tall building in front of me — my father’s mansion. Its stone walls gleamed under the late afternoon sun, cold and unwelcoming, like they had been all my life. My breath caught in my throat, uneven, shaky, but I forced it steady. I couldn’t let myself unravel here. Not in front of him.The massive front doors opened. Vivian walked out first, flanked by two bodyguards I recognized from years ago — men who had stood by while my father broke things, broke people. Behind her, he appeared.My father.I hadn’t seen him since the wedding, and in that moment, I hated that part of me had hoped he might look older, weaker, less… himself. But he hadn’t changed. Not a single line out of place. His sharp jaw was still set in permanent disapproval, his eyes still that cold steel grey that could slice you open with one glance.The corner of his mouth lifted into something that might have been

Alessandra's POV The words hit me like they were meant to break something inside me.“She’s fallen into a coma.”For a moment, I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared at the doctor, my fingers tightening around the edge of the plastic chair until they ached. The sterile hallway smelled like antiseptic and cold air, but all I could smell was blood. Alex’s blood.Vivian’s sharp inhale broke the silence. She was standing beside me, her hands trembling in a way I’d never seen. “No,” she whispered, almost like she could will the truth away. Then she stepped forward, her voice breaking. “Can I see her?”The doctor hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, then to Killian and Damon standing a few feet away. Finally, he nodded. “Only for a few minutes. She’s stable for now, but her condition is critical.”Vivian didn’t wait for permission twice. She brushed past him and disappeared into the room.I followed.The beeping of the heart monitor was too slow, too deliberate, like the machine wa

Alessandra's POV.“Will you watch your mother die, or would you keep your mouth shut and let me do what I need to?”His words weren’t shouted — they didn’t need to be. They carried the same weight as a blade pressed to my throat. My pulse spiked so fast it made my vision blur, and my grip on the drip stand next to Alex’s bed was the only thing keeping my knees from buckling. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled my nose, but it did nothing to mask the bitterness clawing up my throat. What could have even been the cause of all this bitterness?Why was he so cruel?“You’re a sick person,” I muttered, the words tasting like rust on my tongue. I hesitated, forcing my voice to steady. “What do you even need to do?”He smiled — not a pleasant smile, but one that was empty, mocking. “Take her with me, of course.”The air around us seemed to drop ten degrees. “Fuck no,” I whispered, my voice low and lethal. My body moved before my brain could catch up. I stepped between him and Alex’s bed, gr

Alessandra’s POVI woke to the quiet hum of the house, Killian already gone. He’d muttered something about going somewhere before I even had the chance to ask, and now the empty side of the bed felt colder than usual. I rubbed my eyes, groaning as I realized it was well past noon. How had I slept so late?Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled downstairs, expecting the familiar calm of the morning. Instead, I was greeted by chaos. Papers were scattered across the table, a chair was tipped over near the door, and Luna had knocked over one of her food bowls, the remnants of breakfast smeared across the floor. I groaned again, pinching the bridge of my nose. Of course the house would be in complete disarray.I bent down to scoop Luna up and carried her back to her pen, muttering under my breath. At least someone in this house had a semblance of order in their life.I decided to play some music, hoping the sound would drown out the thoughts I was determined not to face. I threw myse