All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

~MARCELLA~I wake up smiling the next day.Not the soft, sleepy kind of smile that fades the moment reality sets in… no. This one lingers. It stretches across my face before I even open my eyes, like my body already knows something good is waiting for me.School.God… I’ve actually missed it.The noise. The drama. The attention. The chaos.My eyes flutter open slowly, and the first thing I see is him.Lucas.He’s lying beside me, still asleep, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting loosely on the bed like he owns the space.My chest tightens in the best way.For a second, I just watch him.The sharp lines of his jaw… the way his lips part slightly when he breathes… the faint rise and fall of his chest.And then his eyes open.Like he felt me staring.We lock eyes, and just like that… we both grin.“Morning baby,” he says, his voice rough with sleep.I roll onto my side, facing him fully. “Good morning, sweetheart.”There’s a pause…a full and excited pause.“I can’t wait for t

~MARCELLA~I squeeze Lucas’ hand lightly because he's all mine.Stephanie claps once, satisfied.“Okay, I approve,” she declares like a judge passing a final verdict.“Let’s sit before the lecturer throws us out,” I say, still smiling.The three of us start walking toward our seats together, Stephanie still talking, Lucas occasionally responding, and me just… soaking it in.This feels normal, happy and safe.“You two are actually disgusting, by the way,” Stephanie suddenly mutters, folding her arms dramatically.I blink. “What?”“The hand holding? The soft smiles? The whole ‘we’re in love and glowing’ thing? Yeah, I hate it.”Lucas lets out a quiet laugh beside me. “You’re just jealous.”“Jealous?” she scoffs. “Please. I could get a boyfriend in ten minutes if I wanted.”“Then why don’t you?” I tease, raising a brow.She pauses… then shrugs. “Because I enjoy peace.”Lucas chuckles. “Translation: no one is good enough.”Stephanie flips her hair. “Exactly.”I shake

~LUCAS~The hallway is quieter than usual.Most students are either in class or heading out.I adjust my bag slightly on my shoulder, walking toward the lecture hall.Marcella’s voice is still in my head.‘I don’t trust him.’I exhale softly.“She worries too much,” I mutter under my breath.But even as I say it, something doesn’t feel right.I slow down slightly as the feeling grows.Like I’m being watched.Then…..“Lucas.”It's an unfamiliar voice.I stop, and my shoulders tense instantly.I turn slowly to see two unfamiliar faces staring at me.“Who are you??” I ask them.They smirk before walking closer to me.“Xavier sent us to pass a message across to you, bastard,” one of them say.The mention of Xavier's name makes my jaw tightens, and I wonder why he's not here by himself, and why he sent the two guys staring at me sternly.The other guy walks to the wall and leans casually against the wall like he has all the time in the world.“I was wondering when we would run into you,” he

The air between them is still warm from the embrace.Marcella’s fingers remain curled into Lucas’ shirt, like she’s afraid if she lets go, something will break again. Lucas doesn’t move either. His chin rests lightly against her hair, his breathing slowly evening out, but his mind… his mind is far from calm.Around them, the classroom is no longer silent.There are whispers, low murmurs, eyes watching and judging.And one pair of eyes in particular…burning.Albert Morrison is standing at the door.He had come back.No one notices at first, not properly. The attention in the room is locked on the couple in the center…..the emotional reunion, the confession, the drama.But Albert sees everything, every detail.The way Marcella clings to Lucas.The way Lucas holds her like she belongs to him.The way she looks at him… like he’s her whole world.Something dark flickers across Albert’s face.His jaw tightens slowly… dangerously.His hand curls into a fist at his side, knuckles whitenin

~LUCAS~The classroom never really returns to normal after everything that happened, even though it tries to.Voices rise again, chairs scrape, someone even laughs a little too loudly as if forcing life back into the room….but something has shifted. Something unseen, heavy, lingers in the air like a storm that hasn’t decided when to break.And I feel it.Even as Marcella’s fingers remain laced with mine, even as she stands close enough for me to still feel the warmth of her body… there’s a tension crawling under my skin.Not from her.From everything else.From the way the room had gone quiet earlier.From the way those men had listened to her.From the way Albert had looked…My jaw tightens slightly.I hadn't missed it.Not the door opening. Not the figure standing there. Not the silence that followed.I glance briefly toward the entrance now, but Albert is gone.Still… the echo of his presence remains.I exhale slowly, then look back down at Marcella.She’