INICIAR SESIÓN~ELENA~“Help!” I cry out in tears. “Somebody please help!”The sound of my own voice echoes back to me, useless.A man slams the door shut. The engine roars.And just like that, they’re gone.Two of my daughters.Gone.I crawl after them, knees scraping against metal and shattered glass, my hands reaching for nothing but smoke and heat. The baby in my arms is screaming….high, broken, terrified, and I clutch her tighter, rocking even as my mind fractures.“No… no… no…” I sob, my chest burning. “Please… please…”Valentina is on the ground, bleeding from her forehead. Gianna is screaming, trying to run after the speeding vehicle before a guard tackles her back.Everything feels unreal. Like I’ve slipped out of my body and left something hollow behind.I can’t breathe. I can’t think.I can’t feel anything except the unbearable, soul-ripping truth….They took my babies.I press my face into the tiny blanket against my chest, shaking violently. “I’m sorry,” I whis
~ELENA~“Get the babies now!”Something in my tone snaps them into motion. Valentina reaches for one baby. Gianna scoops up another. I clutch the third to my chest, heart racing.Vincenzo appears instantly. “What is it?”“I don’t know,” I whisper. “But something’s wrong.”He studies my face for a long moment, then nods sharply.“Lockdown,” he orders into his phone.The house seals quietly—no alarms, no chaos. Just subtle shifts. Doors lock. Guards reposition.Five minutes later, a voice crackles over comms.“Movement detected near the west perimeter. Long-range surveillance.”I sag slightly, my instincts screaming I knew it.They weren’t inside.They were watching.Testing. Waiting.That night, I sit in the nursery long after everyone else sleeps, rocking my daughters one by one. The moonlight paints silver lines across the walls.I press my lips to a tiny forehead and whisper the truth I can no longer deny.“They’re coming.”*****The attack doesn’t come loudly.I
~ELENA~“My daughter belongs to all of them,” I announce.Laughter breaks out—low, cruel, disbelieving.“Daughters?” one of them repeats. “You expect us to believe three men fathered three identical children?”“Yes,” I reply boldly.Outrage erupts.“That’s perversion!”“That’s an insult to legacy!”“That’s not how blood works!”“That’s exactly how our blood works,” Vincenzo cut in. “Those girls belong to all of us. We raise them. We protect them. We die for them.”He turns to me then, his expression soft for just a second.Then he faces the Council again.“She’s right,” he says. “I am their father. So is Nico. So is Riccardo.”The room explodes more.“This is madness!”“You expect us to accept three fathers?”“You expect us to register bastards with no lineage?”“They are not bastards!” I shout.Silence slams down again.“They are wanted,” I continue, tears burning my eyes. “They are loved. They are protected. And they will not be split, hidden, or erased to
~ELENA~I know something is wrong the moment they come back into my room after taking Fiorella and Marcella to the nursery.Not because they say anything.But because the house feels… heavier.Vincenzo closes the door behind them carefully, like the walls might be listening. Nico doesn’t joke. Riccardo doesn’t come straight to Camilla like he's supposed to.They just stand there.Three powerful men who usually fill every room they enter ….suddenly quiet, tense, coiled.My stomach tightens.“What happened?” I ask.Vincenzo looks at me like he’s deciding whether to lie.He doesn’t.“The Mafia council called us. They are calling for a meeting.”“They called too fast,” Nico says.“They were patient longer than I expected,” Vincenzo replies. “Which means they’ve decided something.”The word Council lands like a gunshot in my chest.I straighten slowly, Camilla still sleeping against me. My body is sore, my arms weak, but fear gives me strength I didn’t know I had.
~ELENA~That night, when the house finally grows quiet, reality settles in.Not the fear kind, but the good kind.The kind that hums softly in your chest and tells you this….this moment….is real.The nursery light glows faintly down the hall.I sit in bed, pillows stacked behind me, my body aching in ways I didn’t know it could. But the pain feels earned. Sacred.The door opens quietly.Vincenzo steps in first, carrying Fiorella against his chest. Nico follows with Marcella, bouncing her gently. Riccardo comes last with Camilla, humming something low and soothing under his breath.They move carefully, reverently, like the world might crack if they step wrong.“Can’t sleep?” Nico whispers.I shake my head. “Didn’t want to.”They gather around the bed, each placing a baby beside me.Three tiny bodies. Three steady breaths. Three lives that somehow came from me.From us.Vincenzo reaches out and brushes his knuckle over Fiorella’s cheek. “I’ll teach her strength,
INTRODUCTION TO TRIPLET HEIRS; THE ROMANO'S DAUGHTERS (BOOK TWO OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION)~~~Twenty-two years after the events of Triplet Temptation, the legacy of forbidden love lives on through Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano — identical daughters of Elena and the feared triplet Mafia lords.Raised in power, blood, and silence, the sisters are inseparable yet wildly different. Each has inherited a piece of their parents’ past…. dominance, compassion, danger.Enter Luca De Santis…. a man with no Mafia blood, no hunger for power, and a quiet strength that unsettles everyone he meets.By fate, or design, Luca meets each sister separately.To Fiorella, he is a challenge to conquer.To Marcella, he is temptation incarnate.To Camilla, he is a sanctuary.He never suspects the truth.Why would he?Each woman exists in a different world, wears the same face differently, and gives him something the others don’t.As Luca grows emotionally entangled with all three, cracks form. He begins







