All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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FORGET EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED

~MARCELLA~“Hello?”Lucas’s voice comes through the phone.And my brain completely shuts down.Every single word I planned to say evaporates instantly like smoke.My mouth opens… but nothing comes out.I sit there frozen, staring at the phone pressed against my ear as if it suddenly turned into a bomb that might explode if I speak.Beside me, Stephanie leans closer until her shoulder is practically glued to mine, her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.She is way too invested in this call.“What did he say?” she whispers loudly.I slap a hand over her mouth.“Hello?” Lucas says again on the phone.His voice is deeper this time. Slightly impatient.“Who is this?” he asks.My throat tightens.Why is this suddenly so hard?I just wanted to say thank you.That's all.Why does it feel like I'm about to confess my love or something?“I—uh…”Stephanie immediately begins shaking with silent laughter under my hand.Her shoulders bounce violently.I glare at her.Sh

BACK TO BEING COLD

~LUCAS~I stare at the phone in my hand long after the call ends.My chest feels heavy.God.I feel like absolute garbage.I drop the phone on the bed and run both hands down my face.Why did I just talk to her like that?Marcella’s voice echoes in my head.Soft, bright and confused.Completely unaware that every word she said made my chest tighten.The moment I heard her say…“It’s Marcella.”My heart jumped like an idiot.My entire body lit up instantly.Excitement rushed through me so fast it was embarrassing.Like some stupid teenager hearing from his crush for the first time.Which is exactly the problem.Because it confirmed something I’ve been trying very hard not to admit.I really like her.Not just physically.Not just because she’s beautiful.I like her in a way that makes my chest warm and my thoughts messy.And that realization terrifies me.Because the second she said her name…Stella’s voice from last night crashed back into my head.Girls like

CAMPUS GIST

~MARCELLA~The silence in the room feels strange after the call ends.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Like the air itself is judging me.I stare down at my phone, still resting in my palm, the blank screen reflecting my confused face back at me. My brain keeps replaying Lucas’s voice over and over again, searching for something I might have missed.A hidden meaning. A tone.Anything.But the more I replay it, the worse it sounds.Cold.Distant.Like he was talking to someone he barely knows.Not the same guy who had his hand wrapped around my waist last night.Not the same guy who looked like he might murder Xavier with his bare hands.Not the same guy who kissed me like—I groan softly and bury my face in my hands.“Why did he end the call like that?” I mumble.Stephanie flops dramatically beside me on the bed, staring at the ceiling like she’s witnessing a national tragedy.“Because he has clearly lost his mind,” she declares.I barely hear her.My thumb hovers over Lucas

THE LATEST MAD MAN IN TOWN

~LUCAS~Sleep refuses to come.I lie flat on my back on the narrow bed in my tiny apartment room, staring up at the ceiling that looks exactly the same as it did three hours ago.The same slow-moving ceiling fan rotating above my head.The same sunlight pushing through the thin curtains and landing across my face like it’s personally determined to keep me awake.I drag a tired hand down my face.God.Why can’t I sleep?My body feels exhausted. My brain feels like it has been running a marathon since last night.And the worst part?I know exactly why.Marcella.Her name alone feels like a stone dropping inside my chest.Every time I close my eyes, the same images replay.Her lips against mine.Her arms around my neck.The way she looked at me after the kiss… stunned and breathless like she didn’t expect it either.I groan quietly and roll onto my side, burying my face into the pillow.“Stop thinking about her,” I mutter to myself.Easier said than done.Becau

COMPLETELY TRAPPED

~LUCAS~Albert continues to laugh while I keep staring at home like someone that is losing it.My eyebrows slowly pull together as I watch him double over, clutching his stomach like the funniest joke in the world was just told.At the same time, I'm curious to know why he's laughing this much and if I said something bad.He wipes tears from his eyes.“Oh my God,” he laughs.His shoulders shake again and he bends forward, slapping his hand against his knee like he might actually pass out from laughing too hard.“What?!” I repeat. “Why the fuck are you laughing bro?”The room is quiet except for his uncontrollable laughter and the faint hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above us.He points at me.“You,” he says, still laughing.I frown.“What about me?” I ask.I gesture to myself in confusion.Albert leans back on the bed dramatically, forcing himself to stop laughing now.He inhales deeply, trying to calm himself, but another small chuckle escapes him anyw

I'LL GIVE THEM A SHOW

~MARCELLA~Monday arrives far too quickly.It feels like the universe skipped time just to throw me into the fire.The soft morning light slips through the curtains, brushing gently against my face, but there’s nothing gentle about the way my stomach twists the moment my eyes open.For a few seconds, I just lie there….still and quiet.Trying to gather myself.Trying to breathe.Hoping—stupidly—that maybe everything from the weekend was just some dramatic dream.Maybe there’s no video. No headlines. No whispers waiting for me.No Lucas.But then my phone buzzes on the bedside table.Once.Twice.Three times.I pick up my phone and unlock it, and reality crashes back in.Notifications flood in instantly from messages, mentions tags, group chats.My chest tightens.I don’t even open them.I can’t.Because I already know what they say.I don’t need to read them to feel them….the whispers, the curiosity, the judgement, the excitement, the jealousy.All of it waiting fo

IGNORE HIM OR WALK TO HIM??

~MARCELLA~I come out of the bathroom after bathing to begin dressing for school.Getting ready becomes something else entirely.Not just routine.Not just dressing up.It feels like I’m putting myself back together piece by piece.Layer by layer.I stand in front of my wardrobe, scanning through rows of clothes I have barely worn before, trying to pick the perfect clothes.I really need to dress well today, because I’m not just dressing for myself.I’m dressing for the entire school.For every whisper.Every stare.Every judgment.My fingers glide over fabrics until I finally stop.I pull out a fitted black high-waisted skirt that hugs every curve like it was made for me, the material thick enough to feel powerful, structured enough to feel controlled.Then a silky cream blouse, slightly unbuttoned at the top—just enough to be suggestive without trying too hard.A sleek blazer with sharp shoulders and clean lines follows…one that gives authority.I slip into it and instantly feel… str

THE GAME BEGINS

~MARCELLA~I don’t move.I can’t.It’s like my feet are glued to the ground, like something unseen has wrapped around my ankles and decided for me that this… this right here… is where I stay.And all I can do….is watch Lucas walking closer, step by step, completely unbothered and calm as usual, like nothing in the world is wrong.Like he didn’t just become the center of every rumor in this school.Like he didn’t just….My chest tightens, and I swallow.My fingers curl slightly at my sides as I contemplate on what to do next.“Ignore him.”The thought comes fast. Sharp.“Ignore him and walk away,” my mind screams louder. “Let him feel it. Let him wonder. Let him chase. Let him explain.”Because after what Stella said….I shouldn't be walking to him and acting like a loving girlfriend.My stomach twists.“He dropped your drunk ass off… then came back to me.”“We shared a very passionate kiss.”“He can never love you.”My jaw tightens as Stella's words replay in my h

THE MISUNDERSTANDING

~MARCELLA~The moment I say it, “Shall we?”I expect him to move.To play along.To follow the script.To keep everything neat, controlled, believable.But Lucas doesn’t move…not immediately.Instead… his grip on my hand tightens.Not subtly or gently, but tight enough to make my breath hitch.My eyes flicker to his, and that’s when I see it.Something has changed.Gone is that calm, controlled look.Gone is the composure.His jaw is tight.His eyes… darker and sharper.Like something inside him just snapped.My heart skips.“What?” I murmur under my breath, my smile still perfectly in place for the audience.But he doesn’t answer.Not with words.Instead, his hand suddenly slides from mine to my waist…Firm and possessive.And before I can even react, he pulls me into him…hard.A collective gasp erupts around us. But this time… it’s not soft.It’s shocked.Because this?This isn’t gentle affection.This isn’t performance.This is something else entirely.My breath catches as my body c

AN ARGUMENT

~MARCELLA~I don’t wait for him.I don’t give him the chance to lead.The moment I stand up, I walk past him.Not fast. Not slow. Just enough to make a point.If he wants to talk, he can follow.And he does.Of course he does.I can feel it without turning.His presence….Close, steady and heavy.We walk out of the classroom into the corridor, the noise of students fading slightly as we move further down.I stop near the empty stairwell that is quiet and private enough, but not completely hidden.I turn to face him.And for a second, we just stare at each other.This is the perfect time to be real with each other since there is no audience, no performance, no pretending, just raw and unfiltered tension.“Say what you want to say,” I speak first.My voice is calm….too calm.His jaw tightens slightly.“That’s how this is going to go?” he asks.I tilt my head.“How else should it go?” I shoot back.There is a pause, and then…“You’ve been off since I walked in through the gates,” he says.

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