Todos los capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

~ELENA~“I want your cock inside me,” I tell Vincenzo and smile seductively when I hear him groan.He can't resist me. Not with that groan that emanated from him.But I'm surprised when he steps back.“You won't be getting my cock tonight, baby doll,” he says, taking another step away from me.I sit up straight on the bed and my face morphs into a frown and confusion…. because what does he mean by I won't be getting his cock tonight?So what then happens to the throbbing ache in my pussy?? I'm never going to let that happen. I'm never going to let his sexy, veiny cock pass me by.“But why?? Why won't I be getting your cock?” I ask.“Consider it your punishment….For letting that guy touch you at the club. I saw you flirting with him. I saw smiling at him. You shouldn't smile at any other guy if it's not me,” he says darkly.“Including Nico and Riccardo??” I taunt.His eyes darken and his jaw tightens.“Except my brothers,” he says firmly, very firmly. “But

~ELENA~I am standing right in the middle of the room, staring at the three brothers who might destroy each other because of me, and battling within me if I should choose one amongst them and end everything here and right now.“Are you sure everything will end after you choose one?? Don't you think it'll make everything worse and make the brothers really fight each other?” A voice in my head asks.I want to reply that the others promises to step back when I make a choice, but staring at the faces of my stepbrothers who are staring right back at me makes me realize that it won't be possible.I don't think any of them will be able to step back without a fight.My possessive, obsessive, protective stepbrothers.I suddenly don't have the strength to deal with them right now, and of I don't act fast, they will fight each other.“Please, can you guys return to your room? I really need to sleep as I'm feeling tired and stressed out,” I force myself to say.“What exact

~ELENA~The attic is a frozen shrine.Boxes stacked against the walls, an old sofa, a broken mirror, a typewriter, doll houses with missing parts… but what makes my stomach twist is the wall covered in photos.Not ordinary photos.Photos of the triplets’ mother….with her face scratched out.Scratched out violently, over and over, deep enough to tear the paper.“What the hell…” I whisper.A chill trickles down my spine.Something glimmers in the corner of the room—an old wooden chest with a metal latch.I go closer to it and take a good look at it. The letter “S” is written on it.It must be her box and the key with the letter “S” I am holding in my hands must be the key to the box.I crouch beside the box, take the key from my hands and insert it into the padlock hole.It click open immediately.Wow!How long have these keys been in Sophia's room without nobody finding out about it?I take a look at the contents of the box.Inside are diaries. At least ten of

~ELENA~I burst into the house like a storm tearing through glass.“Vincenzo! Nico! Riccardo!”My voice shatters the silence, raw and frantic, echoing down the corridor. My lungs burn as I stumble into the sitting room, chest heaving, heart slamming so violently it feels like it might rip its way out of me.They rush in almost immediately.All three of them.Barefoot. Half-awake. Tense.Vincenzo is first….his eyes sharp despite the hour, body already positioned in front of me like a shield. Nico follows, jaw tight, scanning the room instinctively as if expecting danger to materialize out of thin air. Riccardo comes last, concern etched deep into his face when he sees me.“Elena?” Riccardo says urgently. “What’s wrong?”I bend forward, hands braced on my knees, dragging in air like I’ve been underwater too long.“I— I need to speak to my mom,” I gasp. “Right now. Please. I need to talk to her now.”Vincenzo’s brows draw together. “Your mom?” He steps close

~ELENA~Two days now and I can't stop thinking about my mom. I miss her so much. So so much that it hurts so bad.I thought I will be fine but I'm realizing that grief doesn’t leave all at once.It stays. It settles into my bones like winter, turning everything cold and slow and heavy.This is the second time I'm feeling this way. First was when my dad died, and now it's my mom.I'm really now an orphan. A girl without no parents.Days pass….at least I think they do. Time has stopped making sense. Morning looks the same as night. Food tastes like nothing. Voices sound distant, like they’re coming from another world I no longer belong to.I barely speak. I barely move.My stepbrothers hover around me like shadows….watching, worrying, whispering when they think I can’t hear. They try to make me eat. Try to distract me. Try to pull me back into a world that no longer has my mother in it.Nothing works.I sit by the window in my room most of the time, knees pulled