Semua Bab Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Bab 121 - Bab 130

_Amelie’s POV_I sat still on my seat, glaring hard at the space in front of me. Neither of the triplets said a word to me, but I could feel their eyes on me from time to time. I was annoyed. Angry. Pissed. Boiling.Words couldn’t describe my emotions well enough. They could have just left me with Ferdinand instead of kidnapping me.For days, they had left me there. They didn’t come for me, and I felt helpless. So what was the point now?From the corner of my eye, I see Matteo push up from where he was sitting, going out of sight. He returned a few minutes later with a tray filled with food. Matteo slowly makes his way towards me and I turn to glare at him. “I don’t want it..” I said before he could even say anything to me. I don’t want to speak to them, I don’t want to look at them. Why was it so hard for them to understand?“Amelie…” Matteo started. “What?” I practically growled. “You haven’t eaten anything since you woke up.” He said in a matter of fact voice, pushing th

_Amelie’s POV_I stayed standing, staring at the triplets as I waited for them to speak.The room was too quiet. The triplets each looked like they wanted to say something, but no one knew who to start.Matteo finally moved first, dropping onto a long leather couch with all the grace of a prince who’d fought a war and won. Luca stayed standing near the door, watching everyone—me most of all. And Nico… he didn’t move either.Of course, he didn’t.He just watched. Like he always did. Like he was trying to decide if I was something to study or something to extinguish.I crossed my arms.They weren’t going to speak first. I could tell.“Where do I sleep?” I asked, finally.Because someone had to say something. Luca nodded once at one of the guards lingering outside the room. A silent gesture. Orders passed with barely a blink.“There’s a guest wing,” he said. “East side. Away from the offices.”“Translation,” I said flatly, “keep the crazy girl far from important things.”It wasn’t hard

_Amelie’s POV_An alarm rang off for what seemed like the tenth time in a few minutes and I let out a pained groan, searching for the cursed piece of metal.“Who set this frigging thing?” I moaned into my pillow, my hand smacking against the table as I tried to put it off. I blindly flung my hand in different directions, and each passing second felt like an hour in hell as the alarm blared loudly. My hand smacked the bedside table, knocking over what was probably a very expensive lamp. Still no alarm clockInstead of an alarm clock, my fingers collided with something warm and moving. What the— I immediately pushed off the bed, rolling off the edge. I let out a groan when my head collided with the floor, eyes wide as my eyes frantically searched for what the heck I had just touched. My eyes met a pair of familiar ones, staring down at me with a brow up.“What are you doing here?” I hissed at Luca, my earlier fear gone and replaced by something else entirely.“Your alarm kept ring

_Amelie’s POV_I didn’t speak as we walked back to the table.And neither did Luca.Our silence was… thick. Like, “you-just-licked-whipped-cream-off-each-other-and-now-you-have-to-face-your-family” kind of thick.Liana walked next to me, calm as a damn monk, not even commenting on what she just walked in on. She just kept sipping her coffee like she hadn’t just seen me half-naked on a kitchen counter.But I could see the smug look on her face from the corner of my eye. “I’m never looking at that countertop the same way again,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.I glared at her. “You swore you weren’t going to bring it up.”It was already embarrassing as it was, she didn't have to talk about it. “I’m not,” she said. “That wasn’t me bringing it up. That was me mentally preparing to burn my eyeballs.”I rolled my eyes as I walked past her, ignoring her snickers and Luca’s gaze burning into my back. We arrived back at the table, where Victor was already sipping his espresso

_ AMELIE_Something was wrong.I could feel it the second I stepped into the room.And it wasn't about what Liana had said, it seemed as if we had stepped into something. The air was charged—tense and brittle, like glass stretched too thin. Luca was standing like a statue. Nico’s jaw was locked, his phone clenched in his hand. One more squeeze and he would actually crush it. Matteo was glaring at something—or someone—with such silent fury it made my skin prickle.Victor, of course, was the only one relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, smirking at me like he’d just heard the world’s dirtiest secret.Which he probably had.Every other person just sat then stiffly, worried that one wrong move would make the whole place blow.“Just the person we were talking about,” Gabrielle hissed and numerous pairs of eyes fell on me. Great.I tried not to flush under their gaze. But Victor lifted a brow, tilted his head—and gave me a knowing little smirk that made my spine stiffen.Smug bastard.