All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~ELENA~The morgue is colder than death itselfNot just the temperature—but the kind of cold that crawls under your skin and settles in your bones.The moment I step inside, my knees threaten to give out. White walls. White floors. White sheets. Everything feels wrong. Too clean for death. Too quiet for grief. Everything smells like chemicals and loss. My heart starts pounding wildly as the attendant pulls back the sheet.And there she is.My mother.She looks smaller than I remember. Paler. So still it feels wrong….unnatural. My breath leaves in a broken gasp.“Mom…” My voice comes out as a broken whisper.I step closer slowly, like I’m afraid she’ll vanish if I move too fast.Then I see the bruises.Dark marks bloom along her arms. Faint discoloration at her neck. Her face is peaceful, but her body tells a different story.My chest caves in.“No…” I choke.I reach out with trembling fingers and touch her hand.Cold. Too cold.A sob rips out of me before I

~ELENAI wipe my tears and continue reading my mom's diary.The next pages are lighter. The handwriting loosens, becomes softer, almost hopeful.I take a deep breath before reading.I went out tonight.For the first time in years, I went out not to escape my life, but to feel alive.The club was loud. Too loud. The music throbbed through my bones. I drank more than I should have. I wanted the noise to drown my thoughts. I wanted to forget Victor. Forget the bruises. Forget the emptiness waiting for me at home.My heart pounds and my chest tightens painfully.A group of men noticed me.They laughed too loudly. Stood too close. One of them grabbed my wrist and said things that made my skin crawl. I told them to leave me alone. They didn’t listen.I was drunk. Weak. Scared. Then he appeared.My fingers dig into the pages.His name is Lorenzo Romano.He stepped between us like a wall. Tall. Calm. Deadly quiet. His voice was low but firm when he told them to leave.

~ELENA~I am in my room now after Vincenzo, Riccardo, and Nico finally calm me down.They don’t leave immediately.Vincenzo stands by the window, arms crossed, staring into the darkness outside like he’s expecting the night itself to move wrong. Riccardo paces the room slowly, his boots quiet against the floor, his jaw tight. Nico sits on the edge of the armchair opposite my bed, elbows on his knees, watching me like I might disappear if he blinks.No one speaks for a while.The silence feels…wrong. Heavy. Pressing.“You should sleep,” Nico finally says, his voice gentler than usual. “Tomorrow will be worse if you don’t. Because you'll be more frustrated and angrier.”I nod, even though sleep feels impossible.Riccardo stops pacing. “Lock your door,” he tells me. “If anything happens, anything at all, you scream. Don’t open it for anyone unless it’s us.”“Riccardo,” I say softly, my chest tightening. “You’re scaring me.”His gaze flicks to mine, dark and unr

~ELENA~The gun is still pressed to Lorenzo’s chest.Vincenzo’s arm is locked, solid, unyielding….pure control wrapped around fury so cold it terrifies me more than rage ever could.Lorenzo’s fingers loosen around my throat when Vincenzo slams him to the wall. Air rushes back into my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp, and I stagger back, coughing, my hands trembling as they clutch the diary to my chest.For a second, no one moves.Then Lorenzo laughs. It’s hoarse this time. Strained. Cracked.“You see?” he spits, eyes flicking between his sons. “This is what she’s done. She’s turned you against your own blood.”“You’ve destroyed this family,” he says, looking at me now. “Congratulations.”“You did that yourself,” Riccardo snarls.Nico steps closer, his face dark, grief and hatred battling in his eyes. “You killed them. You killed Mom. You killed Sophia.”Something ugly flashes across Lorenzo’s face.Regret? No.Annoyance.“I did what I had to do,” he says coldly. “Po

~VINCENZO~The world ends when Riccardo’s body goes still.For a second… a horrible, impossible second… none of us breathe.Then Elena’s scream tears through the warehouse.It isn’t human. It’s raw, broken, animal.“No—no, no….RICCARDO!” she sobs, thrashing against the chair as blood soaks the concrete beneath him. “Please! Please wake up! Don’t leave me! Don’t you dare leave me!”Nico drops to his knees beside him, hands shaking as he presses against Riccardo’s chest like he can force his heart to beat again.“Breathe, brother,” Nico chokes. “Come on… come on… don’t do this…I still have so much arguments and fights to do with you. Please, open your eyes!”Tears stream freely down Nico’s face…..hot, helpless tears he doesn’t bother to hide.I don’t realize I’m crying until my vision blurs completely.My hands are covered in Riccardo’s blood.My brother’s blood. Bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh. My brother in whom I shared the same womb with at the same ti