The Triplet's Sin

Calla’s POVI stood at the wrought-iron gates of my future stepfather’s castle, momentarily frozen, my breath caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.Wealth had a presence. I’d always known that in theory, but standing here, staring at marble columns that kissed the sky and glass walls that reflected the afternoon sun like polished mirrors, I felt it. This wasn’t just a house. It was a statement. Power carved into stone and steel.I had never imagined beauty like this could exist outside of magazines or whispered fairy tales. The villa castle was enormous, sprawling across manicured land that seemed to stretch endlessly, every blade of grass trimmed with obsessive precision.Ten years ago, my parents’ divorce had stripped life down to its bare essentials.My mother had raised me alone, juggling long shifts and exhausted smiles, doing everything she could to make sure I never felt the weight she carried on her shoulders. We’d lived modestly. Warm, but simple. Love-rich, money-poor.

Calla’s POVSeeing that I was face-to-face with one of them, I straightened my back, squared my shoulders, and confronted him.“So… are you still a bully?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.His eyes darkened in response, sharp and unreadable. “What?” he asked, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.“I mean…” I hesitated, measuring my words. “…bullies are cowards. They seek validation through force.”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a step closer. My instinct screamed, and I stepped back, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.“Are you sure you want us to start on the wrong foot here?” he murmured, the smirk now bordering on predatory.I gulped, my stomach twisted. I tried to turn and leave.Before I could take more than a step, another triplet appeared, slipping into the room silently, cutting off my escape. His presence was colder, more imposing as he demanded, “How did you end up here? What is your mission?”I froze, pressed against the wall, conf

Calla’s POVI didn’t drive home with the triplets. Instead, Elera and I took public transport, chatting and laughing, the city passing by in a blur outside the window. It was a small relief to avoid the suffocating presence of the triplets for just a little while.When I got home, I was told they were holed up in the game room, probably trying to one-up each other in some ridiculous competition. I stormed in, slamming the door behind me with a satisfying thud.“Warn your girlfriends to stay the hell away from me,” I snapped, letting my voice echo in the vast room.The three of them looked at each other, then burst out laughing.“So, you’re intimidated by them?” one asked, amusement lacing his words as he leaned back in his chair.“I can’t even imagine her face confronting them,” the other added, chuckling.I froze for half a second, realizing I may have underestimated just how relentless they could be. My lips curved in a tight smile. Patience, I reminded myself. They’re only making i

Calla's POV I couldn’t concentrate in class.The professor’s voice droned on, chalk scraping against the board but none of it reached me. My thoughts kept circling back to them.I kept telling myself I didn’t want them. I didn't need them. Didn’t crave the dangerous pull they had over me.But my body was a traitor. Every memory of their eyes on me replayed like a forbidden film. The way they watched. The way they moved. I exhaled shakily and forced myself to focus.In the lab, the sharp scent of chemicals filled the air, cold and metallic. Glass clinked softly against metal trays as students moved around me. I handled the practical absentmindedly, measuring, pouring, writing notes I wouldn’t remember later.I placed a jar of chemical on the top shelf without sealing it properly. My mind was somewhere else, tangled in dangerous thoughts.Then it happened, my elbow clipped the edge of the shelf, time slowed, the jar wobbled.A collective gasp filled the room as it tipped forward, liqui

Calla's POV Darren kissed my thighs slowly, deliberately, while I was still kissing Riven.Darren lifted my gown, and I felt his cold tongue on my clits. I gasped inwardly, the sensation sharp and shocking. When he began to play around it, slowly, a helpless moan spilled into Riven’s mouth.Lucien’s hands were everywhere. Possessive. Unhurried. He tore the thin silky gown from the neck down until I was bare, the fabric falling away like it had never stood a chance.Cool air kissed my skin, but their hands were warmer.His fingers moved to my breast, squeezing, teasing, circling with wicked patience before he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it slowly.Riven’s hand found the other nipple. When he squeezed firmly, my back arched instantly, pleasure snapping through me like a live wire.He broke the kiss just enough to look at my face, eyes dark, searching.“Too much?” he asked, reducing the pressure slightly.“No,” I breathed, barely able to form the word.A slow smirk curved