Todos los capítulos de Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Capítulo 441 - Capítulo 450

~LUCAS~I'm contemplating for the tenth time if I should send my already typed out message to Camilla.We aren't having tutoring lessons today, and we shouldn't be meeting up at all. But I had already promised her that I will carry her along whenever I'm going for taekwondo lessons.I stare at the text message again, reading it for the tenth time in how many minutes.'Hi, Camilla. Hope you're doing great? I know we shouldn't be meeting up today, but I'm off to the taekwondo house. Are you still interested in coming with me?’The text doesn't seem to be too much, but I don't why I'm so hesitant to send it.I mean…I don't owe Camilla any taekwondo lessons. What I owe her is study lessons.So I could easily go for my taekwondo lessons without having to inform her or even carry her along.I shouldn't be bothered if she gets angry at me, right?But deep down, I know I typed out that message because I want her to come with me.I really enjoyed the last time she went w

~LUCAS~The door closes behind Camilla, and for some reason, I remain standing there.I do not know what I am waiting for.Maybe for the sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway, or perhaps for her to knock again and tell me she forgot something, because the silence that settles over the apartment almost immediately feels strangely wrong.A few seconds ago, her voice had been everywhere.Her laughter had filled the kitchen, her teasing had followed me from the gas cooker to the dining table, and even when neither of us was speaking, her presence had somehow made the apartment feel alive.Now there is nothing…. just silence.I slowly turn away from the door, and the emptiness catches me off guard.It is ridiculous because this is my apartment. I have lived alone long enough to be perfectly comfortable with quiet, yet today the same quiet feels different, almost uncomfortable.My eyes drift toward the kitchen, where a few things are still sitting exactly wher

~CAMILLA~When I open my eyes again, the first thing I notice is that my body does not feel like it is being ripped apart anymore.The pain is still there, lingering somewhere deep in my lower stomach, but it has dulled into something I can actually tolerate. My head feels clearer, my muscles are no longer trembling with exhaustion, and even the heaviness that had been pressing down on me earlier seems to have lifted.I take a slow breath and stretch slightly beneath the blanket. Then I turn my head, and I see Esmeralda is sitting beside my bed.For a second, I simply stare at her.She is leaning back in the chair with her arms folded, looking like she has been waiting for me to wake up. Her phone is in one hand, and the moment she notices my eyes are open, her attention immediately snaps toward me.“You're finally awake.”My eyes move past her almost instinctively. I look toward the bedroom door, then the couch, then the space near the window.My heart drops sl

~CAMILLA~It’s lesson day, and I arrive at Lucas's apartment with a smile that refuses to leave my face and a container of ice cream held carefully in both hands, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself because, for once, I am not showing up empty-handed or expecting him to take care of me. I have kept my promise, and although I had to spend a little longer than expected arranging enough ice blocks around the container to keep the ice cream frozen on my way here, I consider the effort worthwhile because I cannot wait to see his reaction.The moment Lucas opens the door, I slip past him into the apartment before he can even finish greeting me, making sure to keep the container level as I head straight for the kitchen."Camilla, what are you doing?" he asks, closing the door behind me."Saving your ice cream!" I announce, placing it on the kitchen counter and immediately removing the lid. "Come quickly, Mr. Lucas, before it melts. I brought it especially for you

~LUCAS~"I don't have any picture of my mother, Camilla."The moment the words leave my mouth, something inside my chest tightens painfully, and I find myself staring at the bowl of ice cream in front of me because looking at her feels strangely difficult. I had not expected her question to affect me this much, especially when I have spent years convincing myself that I have made peace with everything that happened.But the truth is that I have never really made peace with it.I have simply learned how to live without bringing it up.I lost my mother when I was still little, too young to understand why the people who were supposed to protect us could become the very reason our lives fell apart. So many years have passed since then that I sometimes struggle to remember the smallest details about her, and the possibility that I might eventually forget her face completely frightens me more than I would ever admit to anyone.I try to picture her now, sitting acr