Todos los capítulos de Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Alessandra’s POV I woke up to a haze, my vision blurry, my body sore. I tried to shift, to sit up, but the moment I moved, pain shot through me—specifically my ass. I groaned and dropped back onto the mattress, staying face-down, hips raised slightly because turning over felt like punishment. Memories from last night came crashing back like a flood. What the hell is wrong with me? It was like I didn’t even recognize myself. The things I let him do… no, the things I wanted him to do. I groaned again, burying my face in the pillow. One thing was certain, though—I was going home. Back to Killian’s. A smile tugged at my lips. I crushed it immediately. A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I sat up slowly, ignoring the burn that followed. “Come in,” I called out, voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and Uncle Diego’s housekeeper stepped in, a tray balanced in her hands. “Good morning,” I greeted, surprised by the weird bubble of happiness in my chest—somet

Alessandra's POV . I’d searched my entire room for Cuddles. Torn through the sheets, yanked open drawers, even checked under the bed like he might’ve grown legs and crawled away. Nothing. I made it downstairs. Sam was almost done with breakfast by the time I walked in. Sam was the Cook slash house manager mostly Cook , but she didn’t live here . She came early, cooked all day if needed, and left by evening. She was Older, skin creased at the edges, She had some grey hair too and she was always calm. I’d never seen her smile. She had one rule: don’t touch her pots. I dropped onto one of the stools at the island, watching her flip something in a pan like she didn’t make the best meals I’d eat till I die. The minute I sat down, she dished breakfast and dropped the plate in front of me. I came down here for Cuddles—but he could wait. She made croissants. My mouth watered and I quickly had breakfast. “So… Sam,” I said, resting my elbows on the counter. “I know you don’t clean or any

Killian's POV While Italy had been fun... I had a company to be the CFO of—Crist Group. I could’ve been CEO. Should’ve, by most standards. But my father didn’t approve of that. Said he didn’t trust me...After I pissed him off To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t being cruel. He wanted to teach me a lesson, not like it was working or he had any luck there, we had a difference of opinion, he hated the fact that I worked for the government behind his back even though I did it for his sake . he came close to losing everything when he worked with the government, back in the day. It hadn’t gone well. It nearly ruined him. So no—he didn’t want that for me even though I came out Alive ,he was still upset and I wasn't going to fucking apologize cause definitely do it again and fucking enjoy it. It made things tense between us. Always had. Still I wasn’t made for boardrooms and quarterly reports he Also knew that I loved the thrill. The chase. The kill. Crist Group had been i

Alessandra's POV. Gotta hand it to Ronan—he was probably the best husband in the world. The whole trip was supposed to be all about black tie events. Well it is tomorrow but still, today he let Lia visit as many shelters as she wanted, no complaints. He even had the company make sizable donations in her name like it was second nature. Today was a girls’ day anyway, Lia, my friends, Stella’s mom, Bree’s mom. Vivian’s mom had passed too. Like mine. The animal shelter visit was the hardest part to leave behind. I’d somehow made a friend—a white, fluffy Maltese with sad little eyes and a tail that wagged every time I got near. Her hair was perfectly groomed, soft like clouds. I’d have adopted her in a heartbeat if I had a house of my own. Instead, I sat cross-legged on the floor and let her curl up beside me until it was time to go. Our last stop was the amusement park. Lia had arranged for twenty-five kids from an orphanage to spend the afternoon there. Twenty-five toddler

Alessandra. “Stella, this isn’t funny. You know I don’t like this.” My voice cracked halfway through, that tight pull in my throat already forming. “Stella!” Silence. “Alessandra.” Every hair on my body stood upright. That voice. Cold. Familiar. “Killian?” Where the hell was he? I turned back—at least, I thought I did. The mirrors made it impossible to know. I reached for my phone. No signal. Of course. “Killian, I don’t want to play your games,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady but failing. “Give me Stella and let us go.” My heart was thudding so hard I could feel it in my ears, in my throat, everywhere. Silence. “Who says you’re leaving?” I froze. Slowly, I turned around. He was standing there or I thought he was I took a hesitant step forward It wasn’t him. It was a reflection. But not just that. There was blood. So much blood. At first, I wanted to convince myself it wasn’t real. That maybe it was paint, or some twisted part of the