Todos los capítulos de Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Alessandra. The music, the wine, the service, everything looked spectacular, This was the definition of a black-tie high-class event. Glossy marble floors, strings playing in the background ,people dripping in elegance , money and secrets. The pre-auction event was Texas Hold’em and it was probably going to start soon. The air buzzed with soft chatter and laughter, like everyone knew something I didn’t. I was already on my third glass of champagne. If Jeremy noticed, he didn’t remember or didn’t care. Maybe both. “We should go… meet someone,” he said, gently tugging me as we moved toward a pair that had just arrived—an absolute mountain of a man and a smaller, younger-looking woman beside him. What was it with men at these events and looking like villainous versions of the Grinch? But this man was different; he had an eye patch, jagged scar cutting through the damaged eye, and a cane that he turned in along with his coat. The lady beside him though looked regal. Ethereal Even Th

Alessandra. Once Killian’s mother and I separated, she made her way to her son. For a second—just a breath—I thought he was looking at me. He wasn’t. I don’t know why I keep doing that—hoping. Like I haven't learned by now that wanting something doesn't make it real, I just need to accept his eyes weren’t mine tonight. So I turned away.....away from the ache growing in my chest, and made my way over to Jeremy. He was with the boys. Damon... He always unsettled me. He and Killian were cut from the same stone; broad, tall, quiet but where Killian was cold steel, Damon was something darker, deeper. The fact that he was half Asian did nothing to soften the way he looked. Tattoos licked up the side of his neck, disappearing under his collar, and he had a lip piercing at the bottom corner ,that caught the light when he scowled. But for the first time ever, his eyes weren’t on Stella, but to be fair she wasn't here she was back at the hotel binge watching fear Street and Scre

Alessandra's POV My mind went blank. Tears stopped midstream, drying on my cheeks like they were never there. "Walk slowly," he muttered behind me. "You don't want to end up dead now, do you?" I hesitated,Just for a second. He nudged the cold barrel into my side, and I walked, slowly like my feet were Made of glass Today’s been hell. No—worse than that. A dumpster fire of bad luck and chaos. And now, this. We reached the back of the building. It had been just one man. If I timed it right, maybe I could've taken him. But when we rounded the corner properly…. Five men. And a sleek black car idling like it belonged there. He marched me to the passenger side. Without warning, he kicked the back of my knee. I crumpled. My palms hit the gravel. The skin split. The car window rolled down, but I couldn’t see who was inside. Rough hands shoved my head down. Nose scraping concrete. A voice drifted out from the car. Male. Detached. Almost... bored. "So she’s Killian’s Diamond,

Alessandra's POV. "I know it's not ideal since you’re still recovering from a bullet wound, but your dad said you’d be excited..." Jeremy rubs the back of his neck. “I didn’t think you were..... into the whole thing.” Of course. My dad... I'm officially counting the days till his hundred years old. I don’t even get to respond before a low voice cuts through the room like a blade. “Are you insane?” Jeremy flinches. I turn my head slowly—too slowly—to see Uncle Diego standing in the doorway, face like stone. “Excuse me?” Jeremy asks, straightening. “You’re excused now get out before I kill you.” Diego’s voice is calm, too calm. His gaze is fixed on Jeremy like a laser. The fun, teasing uncle I know isn’t in the room right now. “I wouldn’t advise you to speak to my son like that ever again.” The second voice makes my stomach twist. Ronan. Of course. Uncle Diego doesn’t even Flinch he turns to Ronan, He lets out a breathy laugh that sounds nothing like amusement.

Killian Three weeks ago.... Where the fuck did Alessandra go? This isn’t the kind of event you just disappear from, not without a goddamn trace. I’m already at the front door, scanning the crowd again, but I still don’t have eyes on her. before I could check the CCTV my phone starts ringing. Alessandra. Normally, I’d ignore it—but today? Today’s not normal. I answer, and before I can get a single word out, her voice comes through the speaker—shaky, shattered. “Killian…” She’s crying. “Killian, I need your help… I’m driving toward a cliff, they hacked into my car, the brakes are gone… I’m bleeding, I—I don’t even know if I’ll stay conscious. They shot me. Killian… please…” Everything inside me halts. For a second, I can’t breathe. She’s crying. She’s begging. She’s bleeding and I’m not there. But if they know I’m coming, they’ll vanish. Regroup. Strike again. I can’t give them that chance. I was already halfway down the steps, phone tucked to my ear as I swing my