All Chapters of Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

Alessandra’s POVThe days had started to blur with each other. I wasn’t counting anymore. Morning slipped into evening without much notice, and though my body moved, my mind felt elsewhere. Still, I found myself doing little things again—things I hadn’t been able to face before my existence in a man’s life became a lie. Cooking, for instance. The house had a cook, a quiet woman who barely said a word, (I don’t know where Diego got her from especially since he likes to cook) but sometimes I would wave her off and step into the kitchen myself. It was strange—how chopping onions or stirring a pot could steady my shaking hands when nothing else could.Liam leaned against the counter one afternoon, watching me with that easy grin of his. He was always there somehow, like a shadow that laughed instead of brooded.“You know,” he said, twirling a spoon he’d stolen from the drawer, “if anyone ever asks me about your cooking, I’ll have to lie. Because if I tell the truth, they’ll think I’m

Killian’s POVThe island was quiet, almost too quiet. Alessandra’s absence of words screamed in the corners of the house, filling every room with tension I could feel in my bones. She didn’t speak. She barely looked at me. She refused meals, refused conversation, refused acknowledgment beyond the barest nods when absolutely necessary. And yet, she didn’t leave.I had thought I’d misjudged her once, but now I knew better. Her silence was her weapon, and I was learning to endure it.I watched her from the doorway as she curled herself into the armchair by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Rain tapped against the glass. She didn’t notice, or maybe she did and didn’t care. Her hair hung in damp strands around her face, her eyes fixed on something beyond the horizon, though I knew she was staring at nothing.I stepped closer, careful not to startle her. “Breakfast,” I murmured, setting the tray on the small table beside her chair. Eggs, toast, fruit. She didn’

Killian’s POV Happiness?That was an understatement.What I felt was pure ecstasy. An overwhelming sensation that went down my spine and wrapped around my aching heart. I didn’t know when my vision blurred.Or when I felt the moisture on my cheeks.All I heard was, “Fine…I forgive you.”And not just from anyone, from Ale. My Ale.Goodness, is this how Ronan feels?“Killian, please stand up, I said I forgive you,” her voice brought me back to the present, broken, and I got up in one swift motion.I didn’t think or breathe or look anywhere else, just pulled her flush against my chest and squeezed.Hard.Fuck, I missed her scent. I missed the feeling of her skin against mine. The way she just so perfectly fit into my massive frame. I missed having her attention, and I missed everything. Two weeks was fucking torture.I pulled back and cupped her cheeks, letting my eyes linger on her face now that I finally got to see her up close. Her hazel eyes could bewitch anyone.And I certai

Killian’s POV Her breathing slowed first, the sharp little gasps melting into soft sighs. I stayed inside her for as long as I could, not ready to let go, not ready to lose the way she felt wrapped around me. When I finally shifted, she whimpered, clinging to me like she thought I’d vanish.“Shh,” I whispered against her temple, brushing back her damp hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”She tilted her head up, her eyes heavy but still searching mine. That soft, vulnerable look hit me harder than her nails had. This woman would be the death of me. I smirked and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth—everywhere I could reach until she let out a little laugh.“You’re smothering me,” she murmured, though the smile tugging her lips said otherwise.“Good.” I tugged the sheets up around us and pulled her tighter into my chest. “You don’t get to complain. You’re mine.”Her fingers traced lazy patterns along my collarbone, featherlight, almost ticklish. “You’re bossy when yo

Alessandra’s POVThe coconuts were stacked neatly on the stall, their green shells glistening with drops of condensation. Killian’s hand was warm around mine as we approached. The attendant greeted us with a polite smile, though his eyes lingered far too long on me.I felt Killian stiffen instantly.“Two coconuts,” Killian said, voice sharp enough to slice through the humid air.The man nodded quickly, grabbing two and working them open. His gaze flicked up once more, but this time Killian’s stare met his head-on. It was a warning. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.When I looked around, I realized that this island truly was deserted. I hadn’t seen anyone since we’d come out here or any houses but they were people in the house who helped out but they never slept over and this man was one of them.....so people were definitely coming and going. I just didn’t know how. When the coconuts were handed over, Killian pressed one into my hand and muttered, “Eyes for