บททั้งหมดของ Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Alessandra’s POVThe room was quiet except for the steady sound of the ocean outside. The curtains swayed with the breeze, carrying in the sharp tang of salt. My body ached everywhere, worn out and heavy, yet sleep refused to come. Not with him lying right beside me.Killian was stretched out on his side, his arm resting over my stomach as if even in sleep he couldn’t let me go. His breathing was slow, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm I almost wanted to match. He looked younger like this. Softer. Not the ruthless cold mafioso I knew. More human. And yet, the memory of what he had just done to me—what we had done—clung to my skin like heat. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the mirror. His hand on my throat. His voice demanding I look at myself, ruined and his.I should have felt embarrassed. Maybe even ashamed. Instead, a warmth spread through me, deep and undeniable. He hadn’t just touched my body. He’d touched something far more private. Something I hadn’t known I could

Killian's POV “What’s wrong?” Alessandra’s eyes lifted to mine the second I stepped into the hospital room. Tear-stained, fragile, but still carrying that quiet fire she didn’t even know she wielded. I had seen her broken, furious, terrified—but nothing compared to this: standing between her twin’s pain and her own helplessness.“I need to take care of something,” I told her evenly, my voice pitched low enough that neither Vivian nor Alex could cut in. “Damon will come for you when you’re done here. Don’t linger longer than you must.”Her chin dipped in a small nod, the movement delicate, almost reverent, as though she understood without me explaining further. That was one of the many things about Alessandra—she could read me even when I wanted to remain unreadable.For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to look at her properly. The mess of her dark hair falling over her shoulders, the curve of her lips still trembling from unspent words, the fragility of her hands clutching at hersel

Alessandra’s POVI stayed rooted to the hallway, every nerve in my body strung so tight that I could feel the slightest change in the atmosphere.The voices inside Diego’s study blurred together. I couldn’t make sense of the words, but the ones I heard were somehow enough to give me a fair idea of what they were talking about. Their voices contrasted, Killian’s low timbre, Diego’s sharper edge.Proof of what?My heart hammered against my ribs, demanding answers I didn’t dare collect.... Should I stay here, or just go downstairs, prepare some warm milk and pretend like this whole entire thing never happened. But then footsteps echoed down the corridor. I froze, whipping around just as Liam padded out of his room, his hair sticking up, eyes half-closed. He scratched his head, muttering something about snacks in his sleep.He was sleepwalking. Shit. Panic gripped me. If he saw me hovering here—if Killian caught me listening—I darted down the hall, slipped back into the bedroom, and

Alessandra’s POV“I’m sorry.”The words hung between us like a whisper too heavy for the air.I blinked at her, my mouth parting, but no sound came out. Alex never apologized. Not once in all our years of screaming at each other, slamming doors, and trading insults sharp enough to draw blood. She fought like her life depended on it, because maybe it always had, even though I never seemed to understand it.But now—here, pale and fragile in the hospital bed, her voice so soft I almost doubted I’d heard it, she said it.“For what?” I asked carefully, like if I pushed too hard she’d shatter.Her eyes glistened, darting away from mine. “Just…everything.”Confusion tugged at my chest, but instinct told me not to let her retreat into herself. I reached for her hand. Her skin was cool, fingers trembling, but she didn’t pull away. That alone felt like a miracle.“Alex,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “Tell me. Please. Why did you want to run away that night? Why risk everything? I need t

Diego’s POVIt had been years since I allowed myself to look back. Years since I forced those memories into a locked room in my mind, refusing to let them poison the life I had chosen.But tonight, with Killian standing before me, his voice quiet and his gaze unrelenting, the door cracked open. I had spent years trying to give them the best life, hoping my mistakes could be recovered. Apparently not. Now, I faced the cracked open door as the memories I’d locked away ran towards me.And once it did, everything came flooding back.I was young. Arrogant. Certain the world would bend for me.And then there was her.Isabella. She was fire wrapped in silk, laughter that melted through walls I hadn’t known I carried. The kind of woman who looked at me and saw more than my name, more than the expectations tied to it. With her, I wasn’t Diego the strategist, the heir to promises I hadn’t made. With her, I was just… a man.We would meet in the gardens, sometimes under moonlight, sometimes wh