All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~ELENA~The idea of going out hits the house like a spark in dry wood — suddenly the brothers are moving, alive again, energy humming under their skin after days of enforced stillness.They disappear into their respective rooms to get ready, arguing about outfits, masks, and which club is safest, while I stay curled on the couch for a moment, watching them through the hallway with an amused smile.Nico shouts from the hallway, “Elena! You’re not wearing anything boring. I’m warning you now!”Riccardo mutters, “She can wear whatever she wants……”“No,” Nico interrupts. “She can wear something sinfully pretty so we can stare at her all night.”Vincenzo adds from his bedroom, “As long as she’s beside us, she can wear a garbage bag.”“But preferably something tiny,” Nico says.They are acting like little children going for an outing for the very first time in their lives. I laugh and push off the couch, heading toward my room. Their voices fade behind me, but the

~VINCENZO~I know Elena is lying the second the words leave her mouth.Her breathing is uneven. Her pulse is a frantic flutter under her skin. And those wide, trembling eyes refuse to meet mine.Something happened.Something she doesn’t want to say and I know what happened.I didn't take my eyes off her for once after she left.Then I see the bastard forcing her to the dance floor and forcing her to dance with him.I see her struggle to be free of him but that pervert is so persistent.My vision blurs at the edges.I picture myself walking over there…grabbing him by the collar, slamming him into the sticky floor, dragging him outside…and breaking every bone he used to touch her.My blood howls for it.But I don’t move. Not yet.We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile. No scenes. No attention. No police. Nobody should know we are here.One wrong move, one body on the floor, one witness with a phone…Everything unravels.So I sit and drink, forcing myself to k

~ELENA~I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t even blink or move. I just stand, fixed to the ground.Because the man from the club…..the same one who grabbed me….. is here. In our basement. Bound. Bruised. Terrified. My stepbrothers standing around him like executioners.My heart slams against my ribcage.Vincenzo knew. He really saw everything at the club.He just watched me lie back then, watched me tremble, and never said a word.And now….. Now I understand why he was so calm.Because he wasn’t sparing the man. He was saving him… for this.For here.For the dark, soundproof room under our house.They stop everything they're doing immediately they see me and I can see the shock and surprise on their faces.They clearly weren't expecting me here and that was why they asked me to stay in my rooms till they come for me.“Elena,” Vincenzo calls, taking a step toward me. “You shouldn’t be here.”I suddenly feel anger, betrayal, heartbreak, all tangled togeth

~VINCENZO~“You’re the only thing that can stop me.” Those words. Those confessions of mine.She hears it. She feels it.And I know I’ve just revealed too much.She doesn’t move. Not a single muscle.She just stares at me with those wide, shaken eyes……eyes that have haunted me every night since she walked into our lives…..eyes that make it impossible for me to be the cold, calculating heir I’m supposed to be.She finally opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out.Her lips part again, trembling, and a ripple of fear travels through her body……so subtle, most people wouldn’t notice.But I do. I see everything when it comes to her.The basement is too quiet, too intimate now that anger and violence have drained from it. Shadows stretch along the gray walls, long and hungry. The dim light glows behind her, framing her like a temptation carved out of innocence and defiance.She takes a step back.A single, fragile step.She turns slightly…..toward the stairs,

~ELENA~The door closes with a soft click behind us, and it sounds louder than thunder in my ears.The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the bedside lamp I forgot to turn off earlier. Vincenzo stands there with me still in his arms, breathing hard, chest rising and falling against mine. Everything feels too fast. Too real.Too dangerous.He lowers me onto the edge of the bed slowly, like he’s afraid I might vanish if he lets go too suddenly. My legs feel weak beneath me. My hands are still clutching his shirt like I don’t quite remember how to let go.His eyes never leave my face. For a second, neither of us moves.Then he straightens slightly, his gaze flicking around the room, restless energy still humming in his body. He takes two steps away—just enough distance for me to suddenly feel cold without him.That’s when I realized.The bag.I had brought it out while searching for sexy lingerie for the club earlier this evening and I had forgotten