Semua Bab Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Alessandra / Killian Alessandra's POV - present time. “"Hi, guys," I say with a soft smile as Stella and the girls start coming in, one after the other. They each lean in, kissing my cheek like it’s routine, then they drift deeper into the room, already chatting among themselves. "We brought you food," Vivian says, holding up the bag like a gift. The last person steps forward, and instead of a kiss, he offers his hand. I blink at it, confused. Then I look up.....Luke. If Luke is here… Is he? My eyes immediately go to the door, stupidly hopeful, stupidly tense. But it doesn’t open. Nothing. And my chest sinks. Call me crazy, but I remember him. Cleaning me, begging me to come back, like I was someone he couldn’t lose But I must’ve imagined it just my mind playing tricks while I was under. He made it clear......he sees me as nothing more than a Slut. And now he’s probably with Lia and me? I told him I was in danger, begged him, and he was… too busy. Too busy to h

Alessandra. I’d been itching to leave the hospital. I stayed an extra week after the girls visited, mostly because they wanted me to , Uncle wanted me to stay at his place afterward, but I turned him down. After what happened with Attorney Chen he went back to Australia with Liam. Shockingly, Jeremy asked if I wanted to stay at his place. I didn’t even have time to say no before he blurted out another option....Killian’s. Well… mostly because I kind of redecorated the place and the greenhouse was finally finished. That offer, I accepted. When Jeremy and I returned, he dropped me off and stayed a few days.....mostly because that asshole wasn’t around. I still haven’t seen him, It’s been almost a month. Joyce and Jeremy have been coming over a lot for wedding planning which by the way, has turned into chaos because now we’re also juggling the engagement party. So that’s been my week. Right now, I’m in the greenhouse covering the sunflower seeds I buried with rose seeds .....t

Killian's POV I'm staring at a blank canvas. I've tried for the past hour to steady my hand but it's not working, every time I think I’ve got it, the tremor kicks in , like my own body is laughing at me. I drop the brush again. It clatters against the floor. I don’t pick it up. After what happened , I’m on edge. Scratch that—I’m boiling under my skin. Alessandra made a fucking show today. She wanted a reaction: everything about her was bait from the way she moved, to the way she smiled a little too sweetly at Jeremy. I saw through it. It took everything in me to keep my face neutral. But my eyes? Those fucking betray me every time. Holding it back felt like lava was slowly poured down my throat while I watched her melt against Jeremy and of course, Jeremy—having feelings for her —went with it. And then she kissed him. She kissed him. The moment they left, I didn’t even think. Just grabbed the laptop and sent it flying into the wall. Growing up, when thing

Author’s Note: Content Warning. This chapter and the next contain dark, potentially triggering content, Please read with care and know your limits. This is a dark romance after all.For those who stay....you’ve been warned. And if you can stomach it, I promise you it'll be worth it as always ~~~~~~~ Alessandra's POV. My eyes widened at his words....He was joking He had to be joking Maybe he wanted me to laugh first maybe this was some messed-up test and I was supposed to play along. But one glance at his face killed the thought. He was serious. “We’re going to answer three questions each,” he said, voice stripped of emotion. “As you can see, I already used one bullet, all we have left is one… Whoever answers… gets shot. Don’t answer… you still get shot.” He paused. Looked right at me, like he was trying to read what part of me would break first. “It might be the last thing we say to each other” he added. “Don’t let your last words be a lie.” His tone didn’t shi

Alessandra's POV I waited. For something…anything. But nothing happened. I turned to him, my heart knocking in my chest. He was staring at me. Not smug. Not smiling. Just... watching. Then, without a word, he let go of my throat. Took my hand, placed the gun in my palm and then he walked away. Just like that…..Like he hadn’t spent the last ten minutes holding me hostage in my own skin. But I heard it...... I know I did. The click. The sound. The gun went off. So why—? I opened the chamber with trembling hands, expecting blood ,smoke…..anything. But it was empty. It was fucking empty. The gun had been empty the whole time. My jaw dropped. I stared at it, then at his retreating form and something inside me snapped. Forget panic. Forget tears. His stupid, reckless, manipulative ass…. I was going to kill him myself. I threw the gun at his retreating form but it the wall instead I walked into the kitchen and found him having a glass of water. Li