Todos los capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

~ELENA~The house is quieter than usual.Not empty—just hushed, like it’s holding its breath.Gianna and Valentina are downstairs, laughing softly over something stupid on their phones, giving me space without saying they are. I linger in the hallway, barefoot, heart thudding for reasons I don’t want to admit out loud.I miss being touched by my stepbrothers. We have been so busy lately that we don't even have time to think about sinful thoughts like that.Now, I'm just lingering at the hallway hoping I'll see my stepbrothers and they'll figure out I want to be touched without me saying it.I feel him before I see him.Vincenzo stands near the window at the end of the corridor, sleeves rolled up, shirt slightly undone at the collar. The city lights cast shadows across his sharp features, making him look almost unreal.He turns when he senses me. Our eyes meet. And something shifts.“You okay?” he asks quietly.I nod, then shake my head. “I don’t know.”That

INTRODUCTION TO TRIPLET HEIRS; THE ROMANO'S DAUGHTERS (BOOK TWO OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION)~~~Twenty-two years after the events of Triplet Temptation, the legacy of forbidden love lives on through Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano — identical daughters of Elena and the feared triplet Mafia lords.Raised in power, blood, and silence, the sisters are inseparable yet wildly different. Each has inherited a piece of their parents’ past…. dominance, compassion, danger.Enter Luca De Santis…. a man with no Mafia blood, no hunger for power, and a quiet strength that unsettles everyone he meets.By fate, or design, Luca meets each sister separately.To Fiorella, he is a challenge to conquer.To Marcella, he is temptation incarnate.To Camilla, he is a sanctuary.He never suspects the truth.Why would he?Each woman exists in a different world, wears the same face differently, and gives him something the others don’t.As Luca grows emotionally entangled with all three, cracks form. He begins

~ELENA~I know something is wrong the moment they come back into my room after taking Fiorella and Marcella to the nursery.Not because they say anything.But because the house feels… heavier.Vincenzo closes the door behind them carefully, like the walls might be listening. Nico doesn’t joke. Riccardo doesn’t come straight to Camilla like he's supposed to.They just stand there.Three powerful men who usually fill every room they enter ….suddenly quiet, tense, coiled.My stomach tightens.“What happened?” I ask.Vincenzo looks at me like he’s deciding whether to lie.He doesn’t.“The Mafia council called us. They are calling for a meeting.”“They called too fast,” Nico says.“They were patient longer than I expected,” Vincenzo replies. “Which means they’ve decided something.”The word Council lands like a gunshot in my chest.I straighten slowly, Camilla still sleeping against me. My body is sore, my arms weak, but fear gives me strength I didn’t know I had.

~ELENA~“Get the babies now!”Something in my tone snaps them into motion. Valentina reaches for one baby. Gianna scoops up another. I clutch the third to my chest, heart racing.Vincenzo appears instantly. “What is it?”“I don’t know,” I whisper. “But something’s wrong.”He studies my face for a long moment, then nods sharply.“Lockdown,” he orders into his phone.The house seals quietly—no alarms, no chaos. Just subtle shifts. Doors lock. Guards reposition.Five minutes later, a voice crackles over comms.“Movement detected near the west perimeter. Long-range surveillance.”I sag slightly, my instincts screaming I knew it.They weren’t inside.They were watching.Testing. Waiting.That night, I sit in the nursery long after everyone else sleeps, rocking my daughters one by one. The moonlight paints silver lines across the walls.I press my lips to a tiny forehead and whisper the truth I can no longer deny.“They’re coming.”*****The attack doesn’t come loudly.I

~TWENTY TWO YEARS LATER~ ~MARCELLA~I weave my way onto the dance floor with Stephanie, my best friend, finding the beat as I sway my hips and lose myself in the groove, erupting loud cheering noises from the hungry crowd whose hungry eyes are ravaging all over my body.I'm putting on a very short wine dress that exposes all my cleavages and legs.I dance, I jump, I spin, I rock my best friend, I shake my ass and make seductive moves. I love the heat of the eyes on me as I am twerking my bouncy butt. I have been frequenting the club almost every day that I send the right signals as I dance and soon, grooving men get closer and start spraying some cash on me.“Marcella,” my best friend shouts over the music, grabbing my wrist to stop me from spinning into another group of dancers. “Why do you have so much energy? Did you drink something or smoke before coming out?”I grin at her, breathless. “I spent most of my childhood being locked up. Now, I'm finally free. S