Todos os capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 331 - Capítulo 340

~FIORELLA~I don’t lose, and it's not arrogance.It's a fact.It’s discipline, calculation, control…..years of being sharper, faster, better than anyone standing across from me.I don’t lose.So when the word guilty leaves the judge’s mouth…My mind rejects it completely.It doesn’t settle. It doesn’t register.It just… hangs there, suspended in the air like something misplaced and wrong.The courtroom erupts…..gasps, murmurs, a ripple of energy that swells into restrained cheers, but all of it sounds distant and muted to me.Like I’ve been dropped underwater.No.No, that’s not right.I was winning.I knew I was winning.Every argument I made was precise, structured, and controlled. I dismantled his early momentum piece by piece. I closed every gap he tried to create.I saw it.I felt it.The moment where the case tilted in my favor.The moment the judge leaned slightly toward my reasoning.The moment Lucas…..My jaw tightens.I turn my eyes slowly toward h

~FIORELLA~Some days after the practical case passes and it's enough for everything to change.At first, it’s subtle….a few glances, a few whispers, a few conversations that stop the moment I walk past.I notice things. I always do.I notice how people say his name now.They call his name now, and not that new intern or the quiet guy.No.Just Lucas…like he’s already carved a place for himself here.And then… it stops being subtle.It becomes obvious…. painfully obvious.I’m walking through the firm one morning, heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, when I hear it.“He completely turned the case around….”“I didn’t think he’d win against her….”“He’s brilliant.”I roll my eyes.Days later, and almost everyone is still talking about the practical case in the firm.And did they just refer to me as ‘Her’?Not even my name? Just her??My jaw tightens, but I don’t slow down.I don’t react. I don’t let it show.Because I don’t give people the satisfaction of seeing me react.But

~FIORELLA~I don’t sleep that night.My body lies still on the bed, but my mind refuses to shut down, replaying everything in fragments…..Lucas’s voice, the way Matteo said his name so casually, the subtle shift in the room that I felt more than I saw.By the time the sky begins to lighten, I’m already awake.Or maybe I never slept at all.Either way, I’m not wasting time.Since this is already a competition, then I don't stand behind.I arrive at the firm earlier than usual, earlier than everyone.Or at least, that’s what I expect.The hallway is quiet, the kind of silence that feels like power when you’re the only one occupying it. My heels click softly against the polished floor as I walk toward my office, my posture straight, my expression already set into that calm, untouchable mask I wear like second skin.But as I turn the corner, I stop, because his office light is on.For a brief second, I just stand there, staring, then my jaw tightens.Of course.O

~FIORELLA~There are moments in life when you know something is about to go terribly, irreversibly wrong.This is one of those moments.I feel it in the tightening of my chest, in the subtle twitch of my fingers resting against the file in my lap, in the way the air in this office suddenly feels too thick…..like I’m breathing through silk.Work well together.The director’s words echo in my head like a bad joke that refuses to end.I slowly lift my gaze to him, certain I must have misheard.Or perhaps this is some sort of test.Or punishment.Or psychological experiment.Because there is absolutely no logical reason why anyone in their right mind would think pairing me and Lucas together is a good idea.“Excuse me?” I say, my voice smooth, controlled… dangerously calm.Which, for me, is never a good sign.The blonde woman….still annoyingly unidentified…..steps forward with a bright, professional smile that immediately irritates me.“You’ll be representing the firm,

~LUCAS~“I'm not joking, Fred. I'm really serious. The lady looks exactly like Marcella,” I say.I let out a slow breath. “Same face. Same features. Same… everything.”“You must have imagined the shock I felt when I saw her,” I tell him.“Lucas…”“But,” I cut in, my voice tightening slightly, “completely different personality.”“Define completely,” he probes.I scoff softly. “Cold. Arrogant. Rude. Boring. A control freak. The kind of person who walks into a room and somehow acts like she owns the air in it.”Albert bursts out laughing loud and unapologetic.“Bro,” he says between laughs, “This doesn't sound like Marcella at all.”“Yeah yeah.”“I wonder how you must have felt when you confirmed she isn't Marcella,” he says.“I felt really sad.”“And now you're about to go on a three weeks trip with her lookalike with a very interesting personality,” he laughs mockingly. “You're doomed, bro.”“Shut up,” I tell him.“No, seriously,” he continues, still laughing. “