Todos los capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

~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

~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

~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

~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

~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