All Chapters of Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alessandra's POV I woke up to see Killian next to me, his face calm, his breathing steady, and I just laid down watching him.......how was someone like him even real That's when I noticed we were moving and I fully registered we were still in the car but it was morning already I sat up slowly and adjusted the seat, stretching out my neck. That was when the car finally rolled to a stop. "How are we just getting here?" I asked my voice low, still scratchy from sleep. "I drove the whole night" he said casually, reaching into the back seat for his cane. My eyes lingered on it. He still had a bad leg. Why would he do that to himself? He glanced at me. "How was your night?" It was one of the best I'd had in a long time but no way I'm saying that. I sank into the chair and pouted. "It was uncomfortable. Felt like someone was watching me the whole time." "That would be me," he said, unbothered. "I'm going to head inside, good morning." He turned to the door so he coul

Killian's POV “I only invited Mom. Why are you here?” I asked Ronan, leaning against the doorframe. Alessandra was upstairs. She could hear us and see us from her room. Some things were better seen and heard than explained.....like the fact that Alessandra thought I was sleeping with Lia. My mom. My mom cheating on my dad? No. That was... nothing, actually. She is crazy about the man and Ronan would kill any fucker who even looked at her wrong. “Did you forget that when people get married, they become one?” Ronan said with a smirk. “You’re just here because you don’t want her sleeping over” I shot back. “Excuse me, both of you,” Lia interrupted, stepping between us like a mother swatting at bickering children. “I don’t understand this silly competition. I love you both equally and I wouldn’t pick between one or the other.” She walked past us without looking back. Ronan followed, a little too close behind. “Where’s Jeremy?” Lia asked. “I called him. He’s with Dad’s co

Alessandra's POV I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat. The tears rolled down before I could stop them, sliding silently past my cheeks and soaking into the pillow. When I finally forced myself to sit up, my eyes met a familiar shade of grey. I looked away immediately. I couldn't look at him, my heart was breaking into a million and one pieces "Are you okay?" Killian asked. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. How could he even look at me? I couldn't even look at myself. God... I took everything from him. His family. His home. His birthright. Maybe it was fair that a part of him always wanted to kill me. I needed to drown out the noise. The guilt. The truth. I wasn’t ready to face any of it...... "I asked you a question," he said, voice sharper now. "You’ve been out cold for over twenty-four hours. If something’s wrong, you should tell me." I pulled the covers over my head. Childish, maybe, but it was all I had. "Did you not hear me?" I exhaled, long and sharp. “A

Alessandra's POV. Unlike with Jeremy, Killian’s darkness doesn’t make me want to run. It terrifies me, yes, but in a way that makes my blood sing. I don’t flinch from it. I lean in , I crave it. A part of me yearns for the sharp edges in him, the part that everyone else avoids. Killian pulls me toward the back of the couch, guiding me with a quiet command I don’t dare question. My hands brace against the cushions, and I noticed we're in front of a mirror ... I've noticed that he loves it when I see how he ruins me He doesn’t waste time. His fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, dragging them down in one smooth motion and my bra follows, undone with a snap my breasts fall free aching and needdy This is the first time I’ve been completely naked in front of him..... well I'm fully conscious this time His hand wraps around my throat from behind. Not tight enough to steal my breath, but enough to keep me up on my toes. Enough to remind me who’s in control.

Alessandra's POV “So what happened…...how did you get here?” I was still naked, lying on Killian’s chest. I could hear his heartbeat—it was steadier than mine. He was still stroking my hair, slowly and absentmindedly, I couldn’t see his face I wasn’t sure I wanted to when he told me what he’d been through. He sucked in a breath deep and calm. “After they beat me, I woke up on a plane. I could barely breathe, so I’m guessing they drugged me. One of them had some personal vendetta against Ronan. He stabbed me and said I was going to die anyway. ‘Sooner the better,’ he told me. I made a mental note to kill him. Promised him I’d be the last face he ever saw.” There wasn’t a crack in his voice, no shake. Just steady words, like facts. Most people broke when they talked about trauma. Their voices became tight. Their breath skipped but not Killian he just talked, like he was reading a report he wrote himself. “When we got to New York, no one said anything. But I could tell they were w