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I GOT MY BEST FRIEND BACK

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~MARCELLA~

Sleep doesn’t come even as I'm now lying on the bed in my nightwear.

Not even close.

I toss, turn, kick the blanket off, pull it back on, stare at the ceiling for long, but nothing works.

The silence in my room feels louder than any noise I’ve ever heard. It presses against my ears, crawls under my skin, sits heavy on my chest like something I can’t push away.

Stephanie’s face won’t leave my head.

The hurt in her eyes.

The way her voice cracked.

The way she loo
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  • Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters    I GOT MY BEST FRIEND BACK

    ~MARCELLA~Sleep doesn’t come even as I'm now lying on the bed in my nightwear.Not even close.I toss, turn, kick the blanket off, pull it back on, stare at the ceiling for long, but nothing works.The silence in my room feels louder than any noise I’ve ever heard. It presses against my ears, crawls under my skin, sits heavy on my chest like something I can’t push away.Stephanie’s face won’t leave my head.The hurt in her eyes.The way her voice cracked.The way she looked at me… like I wasn’t someone she recognized anymore.I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, groaning under my breath.“Ugh… Marcella, you idiot…”I flip over again, burying my face into my pillow.But that doesn’t help either.Because now all I can hear is her voice….“I tell you everything…”My chest tightens painfully.“No…” I whisper into the darkness. “No, no, no…”I sit up abruptly, dragging my hands down my face.The room feels suffocating, cold, lonely and wrong.I glance at my phone on the

  • Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters    A GAME I SHOULDN'T PLAY

    ~MARCELLA~I'm frantically searching my mind on what I'm going to do about Albert Morrison.And then, I finally have an idea on what I think I'm going to do.I open my mouth to respond…“I’ll just ignore him…”But then…Something clicks.A thought, sharp, sudden and dangerous.My lips slowly curl into something that feels… wrong.But also tempting….very tempting.Stephanie notices immediately.“…Why are you smiling like that?” she asks.I look at her, and the idea settles fully into place.“What if I don’t ignore him?” I say slowly.She blinks. “What?”“What if I use him?” I continue, my voice quieter now, more calculated.Her eyes widen slightly.“Marcella…”“To make Lucas jealous,” I finish.There's silence, and then…“Oh my God.”I nod slightly, my mind already racing.“I flirt back. Publicly. Obviously. Enough for Lucas to notice.”Stephanie stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.“And if Lucas reacts…” I add, my voice softer now, almost hopeful, “then I’ll know

  • Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters    WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT ALBERT?

    ~MARCELLA~The moment the classroom door slams behind me, the air hits differently….cooler and sharper.But it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest.My heels strike the floor in a quick, furious rhythm as I walk down the hallway, my jaw tight, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.Damn!The audacity.The arrogance.The way he just sat there like he owned me already….like I was something he could simply take because he wanted to.I exhale sharply, dragging a hand through my hair.“Marcella! Hey—Marcella, wait!”Of course, it's Stephanie.But I don’t stop…..not immediately.But I hear her footsteps quicken behind me, almost breaking into a run.“Marcella, slow down!” she calls again, slightly breathless.I finally halt near the end of the corridor, spinning around just as she catches up to me.She bends slightly, hands on her knees, catching her breath.“God… you walk like you’re about to murder someone,” she pants.I cross my arms, irritation

  • Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters    THE ARROGANT MAFIA HEIR

    ~MARCELLA~Alber exhales and laughs.Not casually, not smoothly, but with genuine surprise.“How did you know that?” he asks, his eyes searching mine now, sharper than before.My heart skips…. just once.But my face? Unmoved.“I didn’t,” I shrug lightly, flipping my pen between my fingers. “I guessed.”He studies me, really studies me now.Like he’s trying to peel something back.Figure something out.And then slowly… a grin spreads across his face.“Interesting,” he murmurs.Then he leans closer, closer than necessary, his presence pressing into mine.His voice drops.“Yeah,” he says quietly. “You’re right.”My fingers tighten slightly on my pen.“I’m the Mafia heir of the Morrison family,”he admits.There it is…. heavy, real and dangerous.And suddenly, everything about him makes perfect sense.The arrogance.The confidence.The way he carries himself like the world bends around him.My chest tightens slightly, but I keep my expression neutral, unbothered.“

  • Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters    ALBERT MORRISON

    ~MARCELLA~The lecturer is now teaching.Something about the history of market structures… demand curves… graphs sketched across the board in quick, practiced strokes.His voice rises and falls in a steady rhythm, confident, rehearsed.Normally, I’d be following every word, taking notes, asking questions, being the intelligent student that I am.But right now?I’m not listening.Not because I can’t—but because the presence beside me is louder than his voice.Albert Morrison.Even his name sounds expensive, powerful and dangerous.Like something whispered in the dark between people who know better than to say it too loud.And right now… he’s leaning back in his chair like he owns the entire class.Like the lecture is nothing more than background noise meant to fill the silence while he decides what actually deserves his attention.My pen moves across my notebook, neat and controlled, every letter precise.I look focused, calm and untouchable.Like nothing around

  • Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters    THE NEW BOY IN CLASS

    ~MARCELLA~Cooking dinner kept me so busy that I didn't think about Lucas for a while.The rhythm of chopping, stirring, tasting… it grounded me.For a few blissful hours, I wasn’t his fake girlfriend, or his problem, or the girl trying not to break.I was just… me.I'm done eating and I'm now sitting at my desk, flipping through my notes, trying to revise.Trying to focus.Trying to be normal.But my phone sits there beside me…silent.And I hate that I keep glancing at it.I hate that a part of me is waiting for a message.For his name to light up my screen.For something, anything, but it doesn't.And I don’t know if that makes it better… or worse.I reach for the phone at some point, unlocking it without even realizing.No messages. No missed calls. No notifications.Nothing.My chest tightens.“Seriously?” I mutter under my breath, scoffing softly. “Not even one text?”I toss the phone back on the desk, but it lands too softly.Like even my anger doesn’t have

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