All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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I love you all

~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

Triplets for my Triplets lovers

, ~ELENA~The sky is gray the morning we bury my mother.Not stormy. Not bright. Just there.The cemetery stretches endlessly before me, rows of headstones disappearing into the mist. The air smells like rain and damp soil, sharp and clean, and it hurts my chest every time I breathe it in.This is where she ends.I stand still, dressed in black that feels too tight around my ribs, my hands trembling slightly at my sides. I don’t remember walking here. I don’t remember getting out of the car. I only remember the sound of the coffin lid closing days ago—and how final that sound was.Vincenzo stands to my left.He’s perfectly composed, like always, face carved from stone, shoulders squared. But I know him now. I know the tiny tic in his jaw, the way his fingers curl slightly when he’s holding himself back. His grief is silent, controlled, dangerous.Nico stands to my right, close enough that our arms brush. He keeps glancing at me like he’s afraid I might disappear

INTRODUCTION TO THE TRIPLET HEIRS

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

UNIQUE, DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE

~ELENA~That night, when the house finally grows quiet, reality settles in.Not the fear kind, but the good kind.The kind that hums softly in your chest and tells you this….this moment….is real.The nursery light glows faintly down the hall.I sit in bed, pillows stacked behind me, my body aching in ways I didn’t know it could. But the pain feels earned. Sacred.The door opens quietly.Vincenzo steps in first, carrying Fiorella against his chest. Nico follows with Marcella, bouncing her gently. Riccardo comes last with Camilla, humming something low and soothing under his breath.They move carefully, reverently, like the world might crack if they step wrong.“Can’t sleep?” Nico whispers.I shake my head. “Didn’t want to.”They gather around the bed, each placing a baby beside me.Three tiny bodies. Three steady breaths. Three lives that somehow came from me.From us.Vincenzo reaches out and brushes his knuckle over Fiorella’s cheek. “I’ll teach her strength,

MY DAUGHTERS BELONGS TO THE THREE OF THEM

~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.

DANGER LOOMS AHEAD

~ELENA~“My daughter belongs to all of them,” I announce.Laughter breaks out—low, cruel, disbelieving.“Daughters?” one of them repeats. “You expect us to believe three men fathered three identical children?”“Yes,” I reply boldly.Outrage erupts.“That’s perversion!”“That’s an insult to legacy!”“That’s not how blood works!”“That’s exactly how our blood works,” Vincenzo cut in. “Those girls belong to all of us. We raise them. We protect them. We die for them.”He turns to me then, his expression soft for just a second.Then he faces the Council again.“She’s right,” he says. “I am their father. So is Nico. So is Riccardo.”The room explodes more.“This is madness!”“You expect us to accept three fathers?”“You expect us to register bastards with no lineage?”“They are not bastards!” I shout.Silence slams down again.“They are wanted,” I continue, tears burning my eyes. “They are loved. They are protected. And they will not be split, hidden, or erased to

AN ATTACK

~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

LEAVING FOR BELLIAGO

~ELENA~“Help!” I cry out in tears. “Somebody please help!”The sound of my own voice echoes back to me, useless.A man slams the door shut. The engine roars.And just like that, they’re gone.Two of my daughters.Gone.I crawl after them, knees scraping against metal and shattered glass, my hands reaching for nothing but smoke and heat. The baby in my arms is screaming….high, broken, terrified, and I clutch her tighter, rocking even as my mind fractures.“No… no… no…” I sob, my chest burning. “Please… please…”Valentina is on the ground, bleeding from her forehead. Gianna is screaming, trying to run after the speeding vehicle before a guard tackles her back.Everything feels unreal. Like I’ve slipped out of my body and left something hollow behind.I can’t breathe. I can’t think.I can’t feel anything except the unbearable, soul-ripping truth….They took my babies.I press my face into the tiny blanket against my chest, shaking violently. “I’m sorry,” I whis

MARCELLA ROMANO

~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

TOO HOT TO BE BORING

~MARCELLA~I take one slow step closer to him, letting the bass roll through my body.I stop just close enough for him to smell my perfume—warm, sweet, dangerous.Up close, he’s even better. Sharp jaw. Long lashes. Lips that look like they’ve never learned how to beg. Calm eyes that don’t rush me, don’t undress me openly like the others.That alone makes me want to ruin him.I trace a finger lightly along the edge of his drink, then tap the glass.“You look like someone who doesn’t belong here,” I say, voice smooth, curious. “Too calm. Too… put together.”His gaze drops briefly to my finger, then lifts back to my eyes.“And what about you?” he asks.I smile slowly. “Oh, I belong everywhere.”I slide closer, my thigh brushing his, deliberately unhurried. I lean in like I’m about to share a secret.“You know,” I murmur, “most men would’ve already asked my name by now.”“And you’d tell them?” he asks.I laugh softly. “No. But I’d like the effort.”His lips twitch. Almost.“I’m not most me

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