ログインMelissa.Watching Amelia crumble to her knees, wailing and desperately clutching Cypril’s leg like a drowned cat, didn’t give me a single shred of satisfaction.It was just pathetic. For years, these three men had built an altar for this girl, sacrificing my blood, my reputation, and my sanity to keep her smiling. And now, watching the grand illusion pop like a cheap bubble right in the middle of my bedroom was more exhausting than entertaining.“Cypril, please! I can explain! Please don't send me back!” Amelia shrieked, her voice cracking into a high-pitched, desperate squeal as she dragged herself along the floorboards.Cypril didn't even flinch. He simply looked down at her with cold, clinical detachment, before forcefully prying her trembling fingers off his trouser leg. He shook his foot free as if brushing off a piece of trash.“There is nothing left to explain, Amelia,” Cypril said, his voice dropping into an icy register that carried no warmth, no nostalgia, and certainly no m
Amelia.I felt like my life was finally going to end. Cain has never raised his hands on me before, and this was a confirmation to my end.“I am more than disappointed in you, Amelia!” Cypril said, although he wasn't looking surprised, more like he had anticipated it all.He has also been distant lately.The sting on my cheek burned like liquid fire, but the cold, murderous glare in Cain’s eyes was infinitely worse. His chest rose and fell in heavy, jagged breaths, his hands clenched into tight, white-knuckled fists at his sides. I stumbled backward, clutching my throbbing face, tears streaming down my cheeks in a frantic cascade. I looked over at Caleb, praying for a single shred of the warmth he had always showered me with, but he deliberately turned his head away, his posture rigid and unyielding. He wouldn't even look at me again.“To think we bled for you,” Cain spat, stepping into my space, his voice dropping into a dangerous, lethal whisper. “To think I personally defended you
Caleb.All my life, I had believed Amelia was a sweet, innocent girl compared to the vile Melissa the Moon Goddess had mated to us. We had built our entire world around protecting her, elevating her gentleness, and shielding her from the spiteful creature we thought Melissa was.But after listening to Amelia's raw, shameless confession through the cracked door of the inner chamber, I was utterly dumbfounded. The ground beneath my feet seemed to dissolve, leaving me suspended in a horrifying void of betrayal.“Amelia, why did you do all that?” I asked, my voice cracking with total, paralyzing confusion as I stared at the girl I had sworn to love.I still couldn't believe what exactly was happening. It felt like a fever dream, a sick twist of reality. After ensuring Amelia was sound asleep in her quarters, resting off the day's turmoil, my brothers and I had initially come to Melissa's room to warn her never to repeat the violent, humiliating stunt she had pulled in the garden again. We
Amelia.I expected Melissa to be consumed by curiosity, desperate to unravel the truth behind their devotion, but she remained strangely, unnervingly calm. Her face was an unreadable mask, devoid of the desperation or jealousy I so deeply craved, and I hated it. I didn't want her to act composed. I didn't want her to stand there looking down at me as if I were nothing.I wanted to rub it right into her face without an ounce of hesitation, to shatter that cold, unbothered facade into a million unfixable pieces.“Amelia, I am not in for this your drama, okay!” she said, letting out a long, weary sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest. “The triplets are already yours to claim, there is no doubt about it!” She added, her tone utterly flat, dismissing my grand reveal before I could even lay it out.The toxic anger burning inside of me intensified, stoking the hot flames of my hatred until I thought my chest would burst.“Did you know that they have always loved you?” I asked, leaning
Amelia.The triplets were behaving strangely after the whole whip incident, their sudden shift in demeanor radiating a cold, unpredictable tension that unsettled me to my core. Cypril doesn't even look at me anymore, completely averting his eyes whenever I enter the room as if I were invisible, and Cain doesn't even let me speak, cutting me off with harsh, impatient dismissals before I can even finish a single sentence.All their conversations just revolved around Melissa—that bitch! It was always her name on their lips, her sudden defiance they dissected, her absence that drew their dark, brooding attention.I was burning with an unbearable rage. I really need to let her know that she actually cannot mess with me and go scot-free. Did she truly believe that a few sharp words and a sudden wave of confidence would wipe away years of my dominance? I wanted her to stop playing this pathetic, attention-seeking game, because no matter what little tricks she pulled or whose arm she clung
CAIN.“We need to fall back,” I gritted out, forcing my hands into my pockets to hide the fact that my fingers were shaking violently. “We are not making a scene here, not in front of this traitor of a family.” I added staring at Davain.Davian chuckled, the sound low and almost dismissive, as though everything that had just been said meant absolutely nothing to him. Without even sparing us a glance or offering a single word in response, he simply turned and walked away from us.His complete disregard only made the silence that followed feel heavier.Cypril and Caleb, however, ignored his reaction entirely. Neither of them called after him or tried to stop him. Instead, they stepped closer to me, their attention returning fully to the matter that was clearly weighing heavily on all of us.“And Melissa?” Caleb asked softly.The anger that had previously filled his voice was momentarily replaced by something far more raw and uncertain. His fingers lifted once again to touch his reddened







