Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Alessandra’s POVI felt groggy. Like shit hiding in the rectum for days, desperately waiting for a release.Yeah, I know.I tossed on the bed and turned, wondering how I had gotten so cold. Somewhere during the night, I felt at peace. Warmth, something I had missed for a while, had wrapped around me. It was like I’d been transported into a different realm for six hours.And then it vanished.I didn’t need to breathe in his scent to know it was Killian. No other man could affect me the way he did.I sat up on the bed, rubbing at my eyes as my muscles screamed in protest. Everywhere hurt.They were supposed to, right? But this felt different. My body ached like I’d been injected with pure adrenaline, like I had fought through something and forgotten all about it.“Alessandra? Are you awake?” Lia’s voice floated in from behind the door. “Is Killian in there with you? I’ve been searching for you two all morning.”I tried to answer but my throat caught, and instead of words, I coughed into

Alessandra’s POV Lia kept staring at Lena with a broken expression. It made my chest twist, and in as much as I understood why Lena was being hesitant, seeing Lia like this hurt even worse. I saw Lia bite her inner lip, and she tried to reach for Lena again. She shifted again, and Lia exhaled.“Please Lena. Let me touch you. I need to know this is real,” Lia whispered brokenly. Lena flinched at the sincerity in her tone.“I… I don’t know..”Lena’s voice trembled, but she didn’t pull away this time. Instead, she let Lia’s hand linger against her cheek. Her lashes fluttered, and then—so suddenly it stole the air from the room—she leaned forward, just enough, letting herself rest into her mother’s touch.The shift was small, but it felt like the earth itself had tilted.Lia’s eyes filled instantly, her lips parting in a gasp that was half-sob, half-laugh. “Oh, my darling…” she whispered.Lena didn’t answer, not with words. Her shoulders shook once, and then she leaned closer until her

Alessandra’s POVWhen I woke up, my body was sore in places I didn’t know could ache. The room was dim, with the curtains still pulled shut, but the sunlight pushed through faintly at the edges. Killian lay beside me, his hands wrapped possessive around my waist, and he was looking both ruined and perfect. His hair was a mess, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.I found myself staring. Studying the curve of his jaw, the faint bruises I’d left on his skin, the way his hands wrapped around me even in sleep.“You’re staring too hard.” His voice was rough, deep from sleep. His eyes flickered open, catching me red-handed.Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I wasn’t staring.”“You were,” he said, smirking as he pulled me closer to him. “Should I be worried you’re planning something? Or should I be flattered?”“Neither,” I shot back quickly, though my smile betrayed me. “Maybe I was just deciding if I should smother you with a pillow after last night.”He l

Killian’s POV The rain didn’t stop. It beat against my skin, cold and relentless, soaking through my shirt until it clung heavy to me like chains. But I didn’t move. I stood where she had left me, eyes fixed on the gate Alessandra had walked through minutes ago. I didn’t even breathe right. My chest hurt in a way no bullet, no blade, had ever managed. Her voice was still in my head. Sharp. Betrayed. “You’ve been lying to me all this time? All this time, Killian?” I hadn’t had the words. I never did when it came to her. My whole life I had been trained to speak little, to act more, to kill if I had to, even when I didn’t. But with her, I wanted to say everything, and I could never say enough. The only thing that had left my lips was the one truth I could not bury— “I love you.” Because I did. Fucking hell I did. And then she was gone. Now I just stood here, rain pounding into the earth, thunder breaking somewhere in the distance. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sid

Killian’s POVIt had been a week.Seven long nights without her voice. Seven mornings where I woke up half-expecting to find her tangled in the sheets beside me, only to face an empty bed.I couldn’t take it anymore.The first few days I told myself I was giving her space. I told myself she needed time to cool off, to hate me less, to maybe see that all I did—every reckless word, every secret I buried—was because of how much she meant to me. But the silence stretched on, and the more it did, the heavier my chest felt, like someone had chained me to the ground.Alessandra had left with fire in her eyes. I saw it that day, the way she shook when she said she was done, the way her lips trembled and she cried in front of me. That look haunted me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it, and I wanted to tear myself apart for being the reason it existed at all.Now, a week later, the storm in me had nowhere to go. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t think straight. Every meeting blurred into