บททั้งหมดของ Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ARCANGELO POV I hold Shane's head down a little longer than necessary, and she gasps for breath when I release my dick from her mouth. Mascara runs in trains down her cheeks, and all I can think of is that she's going to need to fix that before our slot. She's not even supposed to be here, but she jumped at the chance when I said she could join me on my trip to London. Now she's getting railed from behind by the band's lead singer that I just signed last week. I've known Shane since we were students, and her antics to get my attention is becoming too desperate. I'm not a traditional guy, and girls can do what they want, but I don't want my girlfriend to have a reputation of being fucked by every popular band in the world. She's hot, I can't deny that, and she knows how to suck cock, but she's going to need to take it easy. Once upon a time, I thought I could maybe date her. We're both musicians, and we understand how the other one works. But now that's just not a poss

ARCANGELO POV Holding Juliet in my arms feels like coming home. It feels even better than being on stage or in the studio. A cleared throat makes me lift my head, and I look into the angry face of the guy that I saw had his arm around her. I'm equally pissed off when she steps away from me, right back into his waiting arm. Is this her boyfriend? Her husband, perhaps? Is this who she ran away with when she disappeared after we heard the bomb that she used us to get revenge on our father? Did she bamboozle us so bad? Those blue eyes I just sang about lowers, hiding their depth from me. The guy holds his hand out for me, and I look at it skeptically. Am I supposed to shake the hand of the man who gets to have his hands on her, and I can't? His blue eyes are hardened steel as he keeps holding his hand out until I eventually shake it. "I'm Charles Astor the second." His voice is a deep baritone that makes you want to stand straight and acknowledge his presence. Char

ALESSI POV Summer is standing at the nurse's station, laughing with her colleagues. I'm sure they're talking about me, because ever so often they look my way and continue with the giggling. The resident doctor looks at the nurse's station, then at me. "Anything we need to know, Moretti? Seems like you have the nurses' panties in a twist." The other interns around me start snickering, and I have to refrain from rolling my eyes. "No, doctor." I was an idiot for waiting to start medical school, but I could afford to do my honors and my masters, and I thought, why not? I don't regret my decision, and the only reason the resident is being an ass is because he feels threatened by me. He also puts me on the crappiest cases, but that doesn't stop me from doing my ultimate best. Even if I have to work harder than the rest. I'm going to need to get that key back from Summer. If Juliet, or whatever her name is, is coming back in the picture, I can't be entangled in any situatio

AMELIA POV There's something different in the air. I can feel it in my bones. I know it has everything to do with Arcangelo. They have a suspicion where I might live now. I know they will come looking, even if it's just to get revenge on me for what I did to them four years ago. I knew playing with the Morettis would get me burned, yet I still did it. Brandon, my coworker at the clinic I've been working at over the summer, nudges me with his elbow with a smile. "You okay? You've been distracted the whole week." It took only one encounter with a Moretti to ruffle my feathers. My blood is still boiling from that hug from Arcangelo. So many things have happened since I met them. I didn't even know know them for that long, but it felt like my world stopped all over again when I saw him walking up on that stage. He looked like a bad boy with his tattooed covered skin and his hair in a bun with those damn eyes looking like they could see right through your soul. And

AMELIA POV The attention I'm receiving is overwhelming. People I don't even know are crying along with my parents. There's an electricity running up and down my spine as I look at the crowd who is standing and clapping for us. When the publicist said it's time I was introduced to the public, and that the gala dinner would be the perfect place, I certainly didn't expect this response. My picture will be all over the media in the morning, and I will no longer be a nobody. Back when Mai was killed, my father pulled some strings, and I was kept anonymous, but now everyone will know everything about me. Poor Brandon is probably regretting ever coming here, but he waits at the bottom of the stairs for me like a true gentleman as my father rounds up his speech. "Are you okay?" He asks me in concern. I just nod. Brandon is perfect. He's the kind of guy I should be interested in. He's calm and steady, and he would make a great life partner to any girl, I think. Even my f