All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~VINCENZO~ Some minutes after Elena leaves with her friends, the doorbell starts to ring.And whoever that's ringing seems impatient as they keep pressing the bell over and over again.I groan loudly and walk to the door to open it as Riccardo and Nico don't make a move to open it.Lazy asses!I open the door and see Gianna and Valentina standing there, breathing and panting heavily, like they're been running.I quickly scan the surroundings with my eyes.“Where is Elena??” I ask.“She…she was…taken away” Gianna stammers.“What do you mean she's taken away??” I ask loudly.Immediately, Nico and Riccardo are beside me.“We're walking, then suddenly a car stopped in front of us. A man came down from the car and pushed Elena inside the car. Everything happened so fast” Valentina explains.She's more calm than Gianna.“Fucking hell” Nico swore loudly.“Her phone. Is her phone with her??” I ask.“We don't know. This is her bag. It fell off during the struggle,” Gianna

Pain explodes through Giacomo's skull as Nico slams him against the wall. Blood runs down his face, pooling into his mouth—metallic, hot.His ribs ache, every breath a goddamn stab.Vincenzo’s eyes are pits of rage, his fists dripping with Giacomo's blood.“You think this is over?” Vincenzo growls.He punches Giacomo again, cracking his jaw to the side. Giacomo hears a pop. Something gives way. The pain is blinding. His scream is muffled by his own choking breath.Riccardo tightens a belt around Giacomo's wrist and yanks it upward, dislocating his shoulder with a sickening crunch.“AHHHHHHHH!” Giacomo howls, head slamming back into the wall. “Fuck! You’ll regret this! My father…”Vincenzo grabs his hair and jerks his head back.“We know who your father is,” Vincenzo hisses. “That’s the only reason you’re still breathing.”Nico laughs coldly and steps back. “But your dog? He’s not so lucky.”Giacomo's eyes snap wide.“No.”Footsteps.And then—click click click—the sound of paws on mar

~ELENA~The rulebook is stained with blood and I wonder whose blood it was.The thought makes me panic.My hands start to shake. I can't control it.And then the book falls to the ground with a loud thud.I let out a soft cry in fear as I stare at the big book on the floor like it's going to grow a big and wide mouth and swallow me up.What exactly have I gotten myself into??I calm myself down, taking deep breaths as I finally pick up the book.I close my eyes and say a silent prayer before opening my eyes again.I turn to the first page and read its content.This Rulebook governs the operations, conduct and sanctity of the house. These are not mere rules. They are law. Breaking them is treason. Treason is punished by fire or silence.I roll my eyes, then turn to the next page.✦ HOUSE RULES ✦1. No Outsiders Beyond the Gate.Visitors, strangers, or even friends not sworn to the Family are forbidden to cross the threshold. All exceptions must be approved by

~ELENA~ I keep moving back till my back hits the soundproof wall as Lorenzo prowls toward me like a predator trying to attack its prey.The glint of the knife in his hands catches the light, and for a split second, it looks like it's soaked in blood.I shake my head. I'm just imagining things.He stops inches away from me.His presence alone is suffocating. The room suddenly feels colder.“You??” He says, almost amused. “You want to take the punishment?”I don't respond. My throat is dry, and fear has clamped down on my vocal cords like a vice.He bends at the waist, leveling his eyes with mine. “Do you think you're some kind of martyr, Elena?? That I won't hurt you because of your mom? That you'll earn my sons' respect and admiration by offering yourself up??”I want to scream “I already earn their admiration” back at him, but I know best not to.So I just swallow hard and stare at him.He moves the knife slowly, deliberately, letting the cold blade trail

~ELENA~I freeze, my heart slamming against my ribcage.That voice… it's soft.Familiar.Trembling.I slowly turn around, and there she is.My mom.She stands a few feet away in her nightgown, barefoot, arms folded tightly like she's trying to hold herself together. Her eyes are wide with concern, and maybe… guilt.“Elena,” she says again, stepping closer. “I…I heard what happened. Are you hurt?”I stare at her.This woman.This woman who promised to always protect me.To always choose me.And yet… she brought me here.To this house.To this family.To this twisted, haunted mansion with its rules, its punishments, and its buried pain.I take a slow breath, but it doesn't calm me. Not even close.“No, I’m not hurt,” I say flatly.Her shoulders sag slightly with relief. “Thank God. I was so worried. I tried knocking earlier but…”I cut her off, my voice sharp like ice.“Don’t.”She blinks. “Don’t what?”“Don’t act like you care now.”“Elena…”I hold up a hand. “