All Chapters of Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alessandra's POV My eyes locked onto him like some cruel joke played by the universe.The same man. Same smirk. Same eyes I couldn’t forget even if I tried.The thief.Standing in line like he wasn’t the reason I had a minor identity crisis on a cold street a month ago. What the actual hell?He hadn’t seen me yet. Thank God.My feet didn’t move. My brain hadn’t even voted on whether to bolt, scream, or… wave? No. Absolutely not wave. This was the man who mocked my love life. Who walked away after casually dismantling my evening and left me wondering if I had just been punked by fate.And now he’s here.What. The. Hell.No. Freaking. Way.He’s walking toward me.Right toward me. Like we’re long-lost friends. Or like he didn’t once hold a plastic gun to my head and tell me to “cry it out.”And he’s smiling.Not that same smirk he wore when he casually dismantled my relationship like it was a Jenga tower.What the actual—“Bean,” Uncle Diego says from beside me, his voice warm. “You re

Alessandra's POV This place looked like a dream sculpted out of privilege.“God—this place is awesome,” Bree breathed beside me as we stepped through the entrance, and honestly, she wasn’t exaggerating. Not even a little.The ceilings were so high it felt like we’d walked into a cathedral instead of a clubhouse. Everything gleamed. Marble floors, golden accents that caught the moonlight filtering through the glass ceiling in the grand hall. The whole estate stretched on like a palace, quiet and glorious in that way only old money and Mafia Money could afford. I felt like I had to whisper, like talking too loud would ruin it. A membership costs one hundred thousand euros a year. That alone should’ve told me what kind of world we’d just stepped into. Not one you casually walk through in heels and confidence. We wandered first, because how could we not? The library alone was something out of a fairytale—towering shelves stacked to the heavens, with rolling ladders you’d have to climb

Alessandra's POV “Wait.”My voice cut through the moment, barely louder than a whisper, but enough to still his hands. He paused mid-motion, I reached up and pulled the blindfold down before he could finish knotting itOur eyes met.He was standing so close I could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. His breath ghosted over my cheek, and suddenly swallowing felt like a task too complicated for my body to remember how to do.“What is it?” he asked.I didn’t knowGod, I didn’t knowBut the words formed in my mouth before I could stop them“That day…” I breathed, “you helped with um ..my drool. And you… you sucked it off your hand.”His eyes dropped to my lips . His jaw tightened—“Why did you do that?” I asked, Not as an accusation. I needed to know. Needed it like I needed air.His gaze lifted again, locking onto mine, and I felt it.The way he looked at me—like I was a riddle he wanted to solve with his mouth.“I wanted to know what you tasted like,” he said, voice low, firm, un

Alessandra's POV ( at 5) *"Now I need you girls to promise me." She took our hands in hers—mine and Alex’s—like we were made of something fragile. She looked at us like she knew something we didn’t. "Promise me you’ll always look after each other." Alex rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll look after her and pray she doesn’t die.” She tipped her chin toward me, grinning. Mom stifled a laugh, but her eyes didn’t crinkle. "Can I go now? Dad’s getting new guns—he already taught me how to shoot." "You did what?" Mom’s voice was sharp like the scissors she used to trim roses with, the ones I wasn’t allowed to touch. Alex froze for a second. Then she kissed Mom’s cheek and ran off down the hallway, giggling like she hadn’t just dropped a live grenade. Mom exhaled through her nose, like she always did when Alex did something wild. "Alex has more in common with Dad," I said, softly. "I probably have more interests with you. I hate what Dad does." She didn’t answer immediately. Jus

Alessandra's POV You know the terrible thing about being engaged to someone who couldn’t get their shit together? It made it look like you couldn’t get your shit together either. Guilty by association. That was me.I was on my way to Killian’s place to pick up the wedding binder when Jeremy texted 'Lunch with my family. Two p.m.'It was 1:30. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I wanted to scream. I had twenty minutes. Twenty. I couldn’t afford to be late, I was trying to be the perfect daughter in law .. plus who keeps Ronan waiting I pulled into a mall instead. Grabbed a dress that didn’t make me look like a hot mess , slapped on some makeup with the energy of a woman in crisis, and sped to Ronan's Manor.I eventually came out wearing a pale pink strapless mini dress with a bow tied at the back. Clean, simple, pretty. Over it, a long black trench coat to fight the moody weather, My hair was up in a claw clip, neat but loose enough to look like I didn’t try too hard. A pair of pi