Masuk~LUCAS~Nothing would have prepared me for sitting alone at a dinner table with all three of them.Vincenzo. Nico. Riccardo.My girlfriend's fathers.All three of them without their daughters, and apparently, that was a condition.When I told the sisters I wanted to meet their fathers properly, Marcella had laughed and promised to inform them. I expected an invitation, perhaps an awkward family dinner with everyone present.Instead, I received a message from Riccardo informing me that his brothers wanted to have dinner with me alone.No Camilla. No Marcella. No Fiorella.Just me and the three men who could probably make my entire existence miserable without breaking a sweat.And now, here I am.Sitting at a long dining table inside the Romano private estate, trying not to look as nervous as I feel.A member of staff places another dish on the table before quietly withdrawing.Nobody touches their food.Vincenzo sits at the head of the table, his expression unrea
~LUCAS~For a moment, I simply stare at Fiorella.She is still standing in front of me, her lips slightly parted from the kiss she just gave me, her expression composed despite the faint blush spreading across her cheeks.Fiorella Vincenzo Romano.The most difficult of the three sisters.The woman who would rather walk away than admit she was hurting. The woman who had challenged every part of my decision and refused to accept anything that made her feel like she was settling.And somehow, she has finally chosen to give me a chance.A smile slowly spreads across my face.I don't think I've ever felt this happy.Not because all my problems have suddenly disappeared, or because I believe loving three women will be easy, but because the most difficult sister has decided not to walk away from me.I look at her sisters, then back at her."Are you smiling at me?" Fiorella asks, narrowing her eyes."I am.""Why?""Because I just got kissed by Fiorella Romano. I think I
~FIORELLA~Lucas gestures towards the sitting area."Please."We settle down, with Camilla sitting beside Marcella on the couch while I take the armchair.Lucas sits opposite us.For a moment, his eyes move between our faces. Then he looks at me."Is everything okay?" He asks. "That depends on what you have to say,” I reply.He exhales through his nose. "Fair enough."I fold my hands over my lap. "I have a question.""Go ahead.""Would you still want me if I refused to compete with my sisters?"His eyebrows draw together. "Compete?""Yes. Would you still want me if I refused to spend the rest of my life competing with Marcella and Camilla for your affection, attention, or time?"He stares at me for a moment before shaking his head."Fiorella, I never wanted a competition. I just want all three of you,” he says without hesitation.I look at him intently, watching as he leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees."I don't want any of you competing for a place in my life. I don
~FIORELLA~I hate this.Not because I don't understand what my sisters are saying.Not because I don't understand how much Lucas means to them.But because somehow, I'm sitting here watching the two people I love most in this world agree to something that still feels completely unnatural to me.And now they're waiting for me to agree too.I look at Camilla, and she's practically glowing.Marcella is holding her hand, and the two of them look happier than they've looked in days.I should be happy for them.I am happy that they've found some common ground.But I can't bring myself to say yes.Not yet.I don't want my acceptance to happen because my sisters have decided this is what they want.I don't want to wake up one morning and realise I've agreed to something that makes me miserable simply because I couldn't bear disappointing them.And I certainly don't want Lucas to believe that I've suddenly become comfortable with sharing him.I'm not.I've never been. But
~CAMILLA~The moment I step into the house, I know exactly what I need to do.I need to talk to my sisters.Immediately.I can't keep Lucas waiting, and I certainly can't allow him to leave Italy tomorrow thinking we've given up on him.I love that man too much to watch him walk out of my life without putting up a fight.But then, I also love my sisters and I'll feel so sad if we allow a man to come between the three of us.I pull out my phone and immediately call Marcella.She answers after the second ring."Hey, Cammy. What's up?""Where are you, Marcella?""Upstairs in my room. Why?""I need you and Fiorella in my room, please. I have something important to discuss with both of you."There's a brief silence before she speaks again."Is everything okay, Camilla?""Yes. Just come to my room, please. And call Fiorella,” I reply. "Okay, Camilla. Give us a minute."I end the call and head straight upstairs to my bedroom.A few minutes later, both my sisters walk i
~LUCAS~I think I've finally made up my mind.I'm walking away.From all three of them.As much as the thought tears something inside me, I honestly can't see another way out of this mess.I've spent the last few hours going over everything Fiorella said, and the more I think about it, the more I realise how selfish I've been.I've been so caught up in my feelings that I've barely considered what this arrangement would mean for them.Three sisters.Three women who have shared their entire lives with each other.And now I'm asking them, indirectly, to share the same man?What happens when things get complicated? I can't promise them that everything will be perfect.I can't even promise myself that I know how to make something like this work.And I refuse to become the reason three sisters who have always had each other start losing the one thing they've never had to question.Each other.Maybe walking away is the only honourable thing I can do before I make thi
Alessandro stands in the middle of his father’s office, tall and impassive, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His black shirt clings to his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins prominent, tattoos peeking at his wrists. The room is thick with tension.Behind the heavy mahogany desk sits
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~ELENA~Nico's lips graze my cheeks…almost a kiss.Almost.And then the gym door swings open.“Damn!” We both exclaim.Riccardo walks in, towel over his shoulders. He pauses, eyes flicking between our too-close bodies.“Everything okay here??” He asks, voice neutral, but b







