All Chapters of Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

~FIORELLA~The first two days pass exactly the way I expected them to…..loud, overly cheerful, and unnecessarily dramatic.The moment that official announcement was made, the entire firm shifted into something I barely recognize. People suddenly have more energy than usual, conversations are louder, laughter comes easier, and every break turns into a discussion about outfits, drinks, music, and who’s bringing who.It’s exhausting.I sit at my desk on the second day, flipping through a file with precise, controlled movements when some conversations drift to my ears.“I heard they hired a live band this time.”“No way, really? That’s so extra.”“And the catering……oh my God, it’s from that five-star place! I can't really remember the name.”I roll my eyes without even looking up.Of course it is.Because nothing in this firm can ever be done halfway.Everything has to be exaggerated.Even a simple dinner turns into an event.My pen taps once against the paper bef

~LUCAS~It feels like I'm staring at Marcella.My chest tightens in a way I don’t like, something sharp and unexpected cutting through my calm as I stare harder, trying to find something—anything—that proves me wrong.But there’s nothing.Nothing.Even the way she holds herself…that quiet dominance, that effortless control, that look in her eyes like the entire room exists beneath her…Marcella.“Lucas?”I blink.Charlotte’s voice snaps me out of it slightly, but not enough.Not nearly enough.Because she’s still there, and I’m still staring.I drag in a slow breath, forcing my body to move again, to walk forward like a normal person, even though nothing about this feels normal anymore.The room is loud—soft jazz humming in the background, glasses clinking, people laughing, but it all fades into a dull, distant noise in my ears.Because somehow, she’s the only thing my brain is registering.Like everything else has blurred out just to make her clearer.And I hat

~LUCAS~Time passes, but I don’t know how much.The drinks keep coming.She keeps sipping, slow and careful at first, then less careful.I notice it before she does.The slight sway in her stance.The way her words take just a fraction longer to come out.The way her eyes linger a little too long on things.She’s getting drunk.And somehow…So am I.Not completely, but enough.Enough to feel lighter and looser.And that’s when it hits me that she's about to lose her balance.My hand moves before I even think about it, gripping her arm just as she stumbles slightly.Her body leans into mine, softer than I expected, and warmer than I should notice.Yeah.She’s drunk.And there’s no way in hell she realizes how obvious it’s becoming.My eyes flick around the room instinctively.People are starting to loosen up too.Soft music is playing, people swaying slowly, laughter rising, conversations blending into something warmer, messier, louder.There are too many eyes, and too many people.And F

~FIORELLA~I wake up to a dull, steady pounding in my head.Not sharp enough to make me panic, but heavy enough to make me regret every decision I made last night….whatever those decisions were.My eyes refuse to open at first. They feel glued shut, heavy, swollen, like they’ve personally been through something traumatic without informing me.“Ugh…” I groan, my voice dry and scratchy, like I swallowed something very dry in my sleep.Bad sign.A very bad sign.Slowly, painfully, I peel one eye open.Then the other.I squint my eyes, and the ceiling comes into view…familiar. White. Minimal. Mine.I frown slightly.Wait.Mine?My brain takes a second to catch up.And then, I jolt upright and instantly regret it because it's a very big and huge mistake.“Ah!” I clutch my head immediately as a sharp, violent wave of pain crashes through me. “Oh my God….my head….my head….my HEAD…”I squeeze my eyes shut again, breathing through it like I just ran a race.“God…” I mutter under my breath again

~FIORELLA~I’ve been lying on this same spot for… I don’t even know how long.The ceiling has become way too familiar.And somehow, no matter how many times I go over it, my brain keeps circling back to the same thing.The kiss.I press my lips together unconsciously.God.Why am I still thinking about it?I turn slightly on the couch, dragging a hand over my face.Because it wasn’t just me.That’s why.I exhale slowly, staring off into nothing.“He kissed me back…” I murmur.Not hesitantly.Not like he was trying to stop me.He kissed me back properly.Like he meant it. Like he wanted to.My brows pull together slightly.“Why though?”The question sits heavier than I expect.Lucas isn’t careless.He’s controlled. Calculated. Always aware.So why would he….I pause.“Does he find me attractive?”The thought slips in quietly, but it lingers.I don’t immediately push it away.Instead, I sit with it, turning it over in my head.Because it would explain it.At least a little.But then again