บททั้งหมดของ My Triplet Alphas: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Ava’s POVThe cold was starting to settle deep into my bones, but I stayed rooted in front of the door, hoping… maybe even praying, that my stepmother would come back and open it.I lifted my hand, knocking again, harder this time around. “Please…” I whispered, pressing my forehead against the door. “Please, just let me in. I swear I’ll figure something out. I will make sure more money comes out.”The only answer I got was the sound of the television from inside. It wasn’t loud at first, but then the volume went up, drowning out any chance of her hearing me. I could almost picture her sitting there on the couch, her legs crossed, remote in hand, with a smug expression. I know she wasn’t going to let me in not unless I agreed to what she wanted.And I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.I stepped back, staring at the door for a long moment, the rain sliding down my face, mixing with the tears that slid down my cheeks. My throat felt tight, like it was holding back the last bit of pride I still had

Zayne’s POVThe days moved slower than I expected. Even though Ava had been living with us for a while now, it still felt like she was keeping herself at a distance.She spent most of her time locked away in her room, only coming out when necessary. Meals, quick greetings, or the occasional quiet answer when one of us tried to make small talk. She smiled sometimes, but her smiles never really reached her eyes.And every time I saw her like that, a little part of me ached. I hated it. I hated every part of it. That evening, the three of us were sitting in the living room. The television was on, but none of us was really watching. Steve scrolled through his phone without looking up, and I was leaning back against the couch, lost in my own heavy thoughts. The sound of footsteps came from the kitchen, and a moment later, Iris walked into the room. He wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and let out a soft breath.“Dinner’s ready,” he said, but his voice wasn’t as light as usual. His gaze

Ava’s POVThe weekend was supposed to feel peaceful. A slow morning, soft sheets, no alarms, no rushing anywhere, but that quiet never really lasted in this house. I knew the triplets too well by now. They wouldn’t let me hide upstairs for long. So even though my body wanted to stay wrapped under the covers, my head kept telling me it was only a matter of minutes before they came barging in.I pushed the blanket off with a sigh, stretching my legs out across the bed before forcing myself to sit up. My room felt a little too cold without the blanket, but the smell of something cooking downstairs had already found its way through my nose, making my stomach grumble.Slipping into my slippers, I dragged myself to the mirror and ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix the messy strands, but gave up halfway. I wasn’t awake enough to care yet.By the time I made it downstairs, the sound of video game buttons clicking and soft curses filled my ears. I paused at the bottom step, leaning aga

Ava’s POVI stood there for a moment, frozen, staring at the closed door. Their words still echoed in my head, circling like sharp little knives I couldn’t pull out.We don’t employ strippers in our home.The words echoed through my spine, tears slid inner my lashes. Just when I thought I could start afresh and stand on my own. Just when I thought everything would fall into place. Everything had crumbled. With a low shaky breath, I rang the bell again, my fingers trembling, but I stayed standing tall. When the door opened, the man stepped out alone. His face was still calm.“Sir, please,” I said, my voice softer than I wanted it to be. “I swear I’m not what you think. I really need this job. I just want a chance.”He let out a slow sigh, his eyes flicking away from mine for a moment.“You seem like a good girl, I believe that much,” he said quietly. “But there are rules in this house. My wife doesn’t want any trouble.”“Please,” I said again, a little stronger this time. “I’ll work

Writer’s POV The next morning, Sarah couldn’t shake the smile off her face. It felt so light, so freeing, like she could float away any second. She stood in front of the mirror, running a brush through her hair, her hands moving on their own. She looked… happy.But just as she was about to set the brush down, her mum appeared at the doorway, her arms folded and brow slightly raised, as if she could read every single thought sitting on Sarah’s face.“You look like you’ve got something on your mind, Sarah,” her mum said, her voice warm but curious, a soft chuckle laced into her words.Sarah froze for a moment. Was it really that obvious?“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, flashing a smile that was probably too wide and too bright to be convincing. “Just, you know… excited for school. That’s all.”Her mum tilted her head slightly, clearly not buying it, but she didn’t press any further. She nodded once and stepped away, leaving Sarah alone with her racing thoughts. The moment her mum’s f