Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

~MARCELLA~For a moment, I don’t move.Not because I can’t, but because my body hasn’t caught up with what just happened.Lucas Santis walks away from me like I’m nothing more than noise he’s finally learned to tune out. His steps are fast. Purposeful. He doesn’t look back even once.That part hurts more than his words.I am now staring at the space where Lucas Santis used to be.His chair is still slightly pulled out. His bag is gone. The air around me feels colder, emptier—like someone opened a window and forgot to close it.Did he really just…Walk away?I swallow, but my throat feels tight.The lecture hall buzzes to life around me—chairs scraping, laughter spilling freely, conversations resuming like nothing monumental just happened. People are already packing their bags, complaining about assignments, planning lunch.I stay seated.My fingers curl slowly around the edge of the desk as his words flood my head.Not your looks. Not your games. Nothing.I sw

~MARCELLA~I’m seated at one of the long wooden tables in the library, when Lucas leaves, pretending to read.Pretending being the key word.My chin rests on my palm, eyes scanning the same line for the fourth time, and I still don’t know what it says. My mind isn’t here. It hasn’t been here since morning. It’s trapped somewhere between embarrassment, confusion, and the way Lucas looked at me earlier like I was something he didn’t know how to handle.The library is quiet. Peaceful. Predictable.The kind of place where emotions are supposed to stay muted.Then I feel it.That familiar rush of chaotic energy that only one person in my life carries.“Marcella!”I flinch slightly and look up.Stephanie is weaving through the tables, eyes bright, steps hurried, excitement written all over her face. She’s smiling so hard it’s ridiculous. A few students glance up, annoyed by the noise, but she doesn’t care.She stops in front of me, bends slightly, hands on her kne

~LUCAS~I leave campus with my jaw clenched so tight it aches.I walk straight home to change my clothes so that I can go to the coffee shop to begin my shift. This clothes I'm putting on is one of the decent clothes I have. I can't afford to wear it to work.And I would have brought my work clothes in my bag, but I forgot because I was in a rush to leave the house.I keep walking home. I don’t slow down. I don’t look back. I don’t allow myself to.Because if I do—I’ll see her face again.Marcella.Running toward me like I mattered.Like I was worth chasing.My hands curl into fists as I walk faster, the weight of my backpack suddenly unbearable on my shoulder. My chest feels tight, constricted, like there’s something lodged there that refuses to move.I hear her voice in my head.“If you’d be my dinner partner.”Damn!!I drag a hand down my face, breathing out hard.I shouldn’t have rejected her like that. I shouldn't have said it like that. I know I sho

~MARCELLA~My phone continues to ring and I stare at the screen like it might bite me.The ringing finally stops, and I exhale loudly–a breath I didn't know I was holding, only for it to ring again.I groan softly and drop my head back against the pillow. You have got to be joking!!Of all the people in this world. Of all the nights. Of all the audacity walking freely on God’s earth.Him.I haven’t thought about him in days.Actual, proper days.Which is wild and shocking, considering we only ended things recently. But somehow, my mind has been so clouded with Lucas—his calm voice, his stupid restraint, his rejection, his stupid calm eyes—that my ex has completely… evaporated.Deleted from memory. Like he never existed.The phone keeps ringing, stubborn and annoying.I consider letting it ring out again. Pretending I didn’t see it. Pretending he doesn’t exist.But something ugly and petty in me whispers, Answer it. Let him hear how fine you are.I swipe to answ

~MARCELLA~By the time morning finally breaks, I’m already awake.Wide awake.Like someone that drank three cups of coffee in her sleep.I don’t even bother pretending to rest anymore. I roll off the bed, brush my teeth, shower, moisturise, dress up—everything on autopilot. My mind is already at the mall, already scanning suit racks, already picturing Lucas standing tall and uncomfortable and handsome in something that actually fits him the way he deserves.I message Stephanie at exactly 9:02 a.m.Me: Good morning, Steph. Are you up?Steph: Girl, I’ve been up. You will have my head if I was sleeping by now.Me: Good. Get dressed. We’re going shopping for Lucas, remember?Steph: Yeah yeah. I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.Me: Alright, I'm driving to your house now. I'll come pick you up. Be ready before I get there, I don't want to wait.Steph: Okay, sugar mummy.I smile and roll my eyes.Silly girl!!I don't even wait till it's twenty minutes before I am out of