Ruin Me
"Take off your ring." His command settled deep in my bones. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet… I slid the ring off my finger.
He stood on the other side of the room, his face hidden in shadows, but I felt him—his presence wrapping around me like a dark temptation.
"Take off your clothes." I obeyed, my fingers hesitating at the waistband of my underwear.
"I didn’t tell you to touch that."
So I stood there—shoes on, pants still clinging to my hips—while my engagement party continued just down the hall. His gaze burned through me, drinking me in.
"God, Butterfly."
His voice was a tortured whisper, and I ached to comfort him.
"Crawl to me."
The words settled over me like silk and steel. Slowly, on all fours, I obeyed…
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Alessandra has always been the family push over even when her father forces her into a marriage. She plays the role of the perfect fiancée—obedient, loyal, untouchable.
Until she meets him.
Jeremy’s best friend. A man just as powerful, just as dangerous—but with eyes that see right through her. A man who tempts her to break every rule, risk every consequence.
They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground.
Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her.
Either way, she’s already ruined.
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Chapter: Six - The toastI must have heard wrong.I had to have heard wrong.Because unless my ears were betraying me—Killian just said he loves her.Lia.His best friend’s mother.The Godfather’s wife.My future mother-in-law.And she… she loves him too.My stomach twisted—tight and sour and confusing. It wasn’t jealousy. It couldn’t be. What right did I have to feel anything at all? This wasn’t my business. Killian was a free man. He could love anyone. He could set himself on fire for her if he wanted to.Except…Except my mother -in-law was involved.And the woman he wanted belonged to Ronan Salvatore—a man who slit throats over less than this. A man who killed first and apologized never.That’s why I was bothered. That’s the only reason I was bothered."Alessandra."My name snapped through the air like a whip.My spine locked, breath freezing mid-inhale.I didn’t even have to turn to know—it was him.Papa.He stepped into my line of vision, his shadow swallowing the light like it always had."Why are you
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Chapter: Five- He said he loves her. Alessandra's POV I knew I was crazy. Better yet, a coward. But not to this extent. It was eleven in the morning and I hadn’t left the room. Not even once. What if he changed his mind? What if he decided I was too much trouble, too many questions, too close to whatever secrets he was hiding? What if Killian—cold, unreadable, practically sculpted from violence—just walked in and finished what he almost started? What if he needed help with his stitches? Oh god. Why did he even take his shirt off yesterday? Who told him to do that? How could a person even look like that? And why the hell was that what I was focusing on? Snap out of it. That’s your fiancé’s best friend. Thinking like that will get you killed. My phone buzzed on the table and I lunged for it, almost too desperate for the distraction. Jeremy’s Mother Hi, dear. I can’t wait to see you. I was going to send a car to come get you so you can get ready here… but Jeremy opted to do it himself. I’ll see you soon. – Lia
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Chapter: Four - The smell of blood Alessandra's POV "Ale… Alessandra." My name escaped in a breathless whisper, unsteady and weak. His scent filled my lungs, leather and spice, tinged with the faintest hint of blood. He towered over me, broad, unyielding, his presence so heavy I could feel it pressing into my bones. "Why are you in my house?" I opened my mouth, trying to explain, to piece together something that would make sense to him—but his expression didn’t shift. Didn’t soften. Didn’t let me go. Then my gaze flicked past him to the mirror on the wall. My stomach clenched. A shard of glass was lodged deep in his back, right in the muscle, he wouldn't reach it on his own . He hadn’t even noticed. "If you were Jeremy's fiancée, I would know." His grip on me loosened. For a fraction of a second, I thought maybe he was letting me go— Then he pulled out a gun. Click. The sound ripped through the air, shoving every other thought out of my head. "I'm not going to ask you again." I stared at him, my breath
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Chapter: Three - Who are you ?Alessandra's POV Friday came too fast. The guards trailed behind me, carrying my luggage, but my feet faltered as I passed Alex’s door. I shouldn’t stop. Should just keep walking. But I couldn’t. She was my other half. And I wouldn’t be seeing her for a while. I opened her door and headed to the walk in closet l. She stood in front of the mirror, shirt clutched in her hands, her back stiff. Shoulders drawn in. She wasn’t just looking at herself—she was searching for something no one else could see. I cleared my throat. She jerked, body reacting before her face did. The shirt was yanked over her head in a single, seamless motion. Too fast. Too natural. She’d done this before. For the smallest fraction of a second, something flickered in her expression—worry, maybe. Then it was gone, buried beneath that familiar wall. Cold. Indifferent. Unreadable. "What are you doing here?" The words held nothing. No warmth. No curiosity. "I wanted to tell you I was leaving." "You’re tellin
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Chapter: Two - Repressed Rage Alessandra's POV I hadn’t been home in six years. Not because I didn’t want to come back. I wasn’t allowed to. Growing up, I was the defective twin. Not strong or sharp like my sister, Alex. She had the grades, the combat skills—the discipline needed for the life we were born into. A life of guns, drugs, power. The mafia life. My father, Luke Castillo, was the Consigliere to the Godfather of Italy. Which meant he had no patience for weaklings. No tolerance for mistakes. And I was both—a weakling and a mistake. He made that clear every time he looked at me. Every time he asked me questions I couldn’t answer. I think he sent me away because, if he hadn’t, he might’ve killed me. I walked quickly to the dining room. Dinner was at eight. He hated waiting. When I opened the door, he was scrolling through his phone, not even glancing up. I stood across from him, clearing my throat. Nothing. So much for a welcome back. “Hi, Papa.” Still nothing. I tried again. “I haven’t seen you
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Chapter: One- Uninvited Alessandra's POV "Did you enjoy dinner?" Kol’s voice was smooth as we turned the corner, his presence warm beside me in the cool night air. "Yes, I did," I replied, clutching his arm a little tighter. Two years together. He went all out tonight reservations at a restaurant he always claimed was overrated but mysteriously booked anyway. Usually, he'd just cook something special at home. But tonight was different. I had hoped no— expected, a proposal. The way he recently talked about children, about our future, it only made sense. I chewed every bite slowly, just in case a ring was hidden in the food. I sipped my wine deliberately, checking for anything clinking against the glass. Nothing. Dinner ended, and still—nothing. Now we were walking home. Maybe he wanted to do it under the streetlights, something grand and romantic, a moment I’d remember forever. He wasn’t the type for spontaneous gestures, at least not with me, but maybe tonight was different. "Thank you for tonight
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