Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ARCANGELO POV I knock on my brother's study's door. One thing he hates is people barging into his personal space unannounced, and sometimes being triplets can be overwhelming. You're always up in each other's business and space and fucking head. Sometimes, my brothers know what I want before I've even figured it out. It's both a blessing and a curse. And also the exact reason why I'm knocking on Alessi's door right now, when his head is probably stuck in a medical journal. "Come in!" He barks, and true enough, his big body is slumped over his desk with a book open in front of him. For some reason, all three of us always want to be the best in what we do. My father always said we should do what we wanted, but then my mother would always interject and tell us there's no need to be mediocre while doing it. Or maybe it's just in our nature to be highly competitive and strive for success. The school year hasn't even started yet, but my brother is already getting a head sta

JULIET POV Everyone around me is restless in anticipation of who made the A-squad. Well, everyone except me. Not to blow my own horn, but I've been killing it at tryouts this past week, so if I don't make the cut, it would be surprising. The rest of my new teammates are even starting to act nicer towards me. I'm not here to make friends, but it would also be nice not to be in an antagonizing environment for the next four years at least. Scott has been really cute, offering to drive me into town to get everything I need for my dorm room. I also see the way he looks at me, and usually, I would have squashed it before he got any wrong ideas, but I needed him. I even feel slightly bad about it. You can tell he's nice and sincere, and he will make any girl really lucky if he was their boyfriend. If I were a normal girl, I would've flirted with him for sure. "Are you nervous?" He asks me where he's leisurely stretched out on the turf with his hands tucked under his head.

JULIET POV I take small sips of the rum and coke I poured myself. it's more coke than rum, though. I have no intention of getting drunk in the devil's lair. The party is nothing like I imagined a college party would be like. And the house is no frat house either. It's off campus and secluded, so there will be no cops being called because of noise. The house itself is something I imagine a well-off family would have. People with kids and careers, not three college boys. It's the type of house I deserved growing up in, filled with love and laughter. I'm instantly reminded of why I'm here. My eyes dart around the backyard with tables of food and drinks set up, music playing, and people laughing and dancing. Like a magnet, I'm drawn to two of the Moretti boys. One is most definitely Arcangelo with his black clothes and tattoos. If it wasn't for their personal style, I would have struggled to figure out who is who. The one with the girl has to be Alessi. The brother I

JULIET POV The long driveway to the triplets house seems too long as I quickly start walking it, but my heart is pounding nearly out of my chest and my fucking panties are soaked. What the fuck just happened? What the actual fuck just happened! First, I was fucking ticked off by Alonso claiming I'm off limits to his friends. I'm not his property! I'm nobody's property! I've waited years to have some semblance of freedom, and now that I finally have it, I'm not letting anyone take it away from me. This is my playbook. I run the shots here. Then he was on me in the bathroom, and I felt..... I felt scared. His body pinning me to the door with his hand on my mouth gave me flashbacks to when my father would shove me against the wall and choke me. Then, I felt a strange sense of anticipation mixed with the fear. It left me utterly confused. I touch my lips. They're swollen and tender. God, that kiss. That can't be described as a kiss. That was domin

ARCANGELO POV I'm a traitor. Or at least that's what I feel like. I saw an opportunity, and I took it. Alessi and I saw Alonso going after Juliet, and we knew we had to intervene before he did something he might regret. It's clear as day, Juliet is not some girl who you have one night stands in the bathroom with. No, she's a trophy wife. The one you take to award shows and parade on the red carpet. Alessi was so busy berating Alonso, they didn't even see me following her and then leave the party. It wasn't my intention to kiss her. Especially since I knew she was just kissed by my brother. But her hair was shining under the moonlight, and her lips were nearly begging me to taste her. Just one touch, and it wasn't enough. I sat in my car forever after she went into her building. I've never felt more like a freak like I did last night, sitting in my car and wondering what room she's in. It wouldn't be too hard to find out, though. Why the hell am I feeli