Todos os capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 361 - Capítulo 370

~FIORELLA~I have seen Lucas irritated.I have seen him sharp-tongued, cold, dismissive, even borderline cruel when he wants to be.But I have never…never….seen him like that.Not like the man who just walked away from me.Not like the one whose voice shook despite how hard he tried to control it. Not like the one whose eyes burned with something so raw, so unfiltered, it didn’t even look like anger anymore.It looked… personal.And that realization sits heavy in my chest as I remain where he left me, my back still against the wall, the faint warmth of where his hand had been braced beside my head lingering longer than it should.I exhale slowly, and for a moment, I don’t move.Because I’m trying to understand what just happened.Trying to process the way he snapped, the way he looked at me like I had done something far worse than twist a presentation.My lips press together.I crossed the line.The thought comes quietly, but it settles deep.I did, and I know it

~LUCAS~For a second… I’m convinced I misheard her.I actually tilt my head a little, eyes narrowing like if I look at her properly, the words will rearrange themselves into something that makes sense.But they don’t.“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for everything.”Fiorella Vincenzo just apologized….to me.Silence stretches between us, thick and almost unreal, and I swear my brain refuses to process it properly. Of all the things I expected when she barged into my room….This?This wasn’t even on the list….not even close.I stare at her, waiting for the twist. Waiting for the sarcasm. The smirk. The punchline.It doesn’t come.Instead, she just stands there… stiff, frozen, like she regrets the words the second they left her mouth.Her fingers twitch slightly at her sides, like she doesn’t know what to do with them. Like she’s fighting the urge to take the apology back.And then, a sound slips out of me.A chuckle ... .It's quiet at first, almost accidental, li

~FIORELLA~The airport is too loud as voices overlap, wheels drag across the polished floor, announcements echo overhead in three different languages, and yet somehow… none of it reaches me.Because I’m aware of only one thing, and that's him.Lucas walks beside me like nothing has changed.Like last night didn’t happen. Like I didn’t stand in front of him and unravel in ways I still don’t understand.“Good morning, Fiorella,” he had said earlier.“Good morning, Lucas,” I replied.“How was your night?” he asks.“It was fine,” I reply. “And yours??”“It was fine.”And that was it….that was all.Now we’re here….walking side by side, boarding passes in hand, heading toward the same destination.We're going to Albania….a new country, a new case, and a fresh start.At least… that’s what I told myself.But right now? It doesn’t feel like a fresh start.It feels like something unresolved… stretched thin between us.We board the plane in silence and we walk to our seats

~FIORELLA~I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my own heartbeat before.It’s loud, too fast, and too embarrassing.I keep my eyes forward, staring at the seat in front of me like it personally offended me, like if I focus hard enough, I can erase the last few minutes from existence.But I can’t.Because I still feel it….his hand on my arm. The warmth of his body pressed against mine.The way my fingers had fisted his shirt like I had every right to hold onto him.God.My stomach flips again, and I swallow hard.What the hell was that?What the hell was wrong with me?I shift slightly in my seat, creating distance….actual, noticeable distance this time. My arm pulls away from his. My thigh moves just enough so we’re no longer touching.I need space, air, and sanity.Because if I stay any closer, I might actually lose my mind.My fingers curl slightly against my lap as I try to steady my breathing.It was just turbulence.That’s all it was.People grab on

~LUCAS~I have seen a lot of things in my life.But nothing…absolutely nothing….has prepared me for this.For Fiorella Vincenzo clinging to me like her life depends on it… because of cockroaches.I stand there for a second after setting her on my bed, staring at the door like if I look long enough, the entire situation will rearrange itself into something that makes sense.It doesn’t.A slow breath leaves me as I drag a hand down my face, my lips pressing together.I turn my head slightly, glancing at her.She’s still curled up on my bed, legs tucked under her, eyes darting toward the floor every few seconds like she expects something to crawl out and attack her.Her hair is slightly messy, her chest still rising and falling unevenly, and…. She's wearing that.I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek.She's wearing a short, silky nightwear that barely covers anything, and she’s completely unaware of how she looks right now.She's completely unaware of how a