Semua Bab Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Bab 41 - Bab 50

~ELENA~Just as I am about to climb the stairs to the rooftop, I hear a voice that isn't Alessandro call my name.“Elena!”I freeze.The voice is too familiar and before I even turn back, I know who it is. It's Valentina's.I take a deep breath and slowly turn back to see Valentina and Gianna staring daggers at me.“We're right after all. You're definitely up to something” Gianna speaks first, her voice laced with slight anger.“And that was why you stayed behind in school till this time. Weren't you scared of being alone in this big school and in the dark?” Valentina lashes out, with concern etched in her voice.I swallow hard.“You guys didn't go home?” I ask foolishly. “I thought you left.”“Yeah, you're literally forcing us to go home so you can be alone and carry out whatever you have in mind. We knew you're up to something, so we pretended to go back home and waited behind instead” Gianna roll her eyes.“What exactly are you hiding from us? What can't y

~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“Do you think he has a girlfriend?”“I swear, if he so much as smiles at me, I’ll die right here.”I should have been focused on Alessandro, on his fingers biting into my skin, on the danger in his eyes….but the pull of the crowd’s awe is impossible to ignore.Everywhere I look, girls are leaning into each other, their cheeks flush their voices hush but desperate. They aren’t even pretending to pay attention to the scene Alessandro is making with me.Because Nico is walking toward us.My stepbrother.And none of them know it.Alessandro notices my distraction instantly. His grip on me tightens until it almost hurts. “Who are you staring at?” he demands, his tone dark and accusing. “Don’t yo

~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, capturing every second, their whispers buzzing like flies.I don’t care.All I see is him on the ground, his lip split, his chest heaving as he tries to recover. My knuckles throb, but the satisfaction of seeing him bleed almost makes me smile.Almost.Because he had the audacity to put his hands on her. And the audacity to hit me.And for that, one punch isn’t nearly enough.I take a step toward him, my body coiled to finish what I started, when a sharp voice cuts through the chaos.“Enough!”The crowd parts instantly. A security guard storms into the circle, face pale with fury. His gaze snaps to Alessandro first…..bleeding, pathetic on the floor….and then to me, standing over him like I’ve

~ELENA~The silence as they lead me upstairs is worse than any threat.Nico’s grip on my waist doesn’t falter, Riccardo’s hand still circles my wrist like an iron cuff, and Vincenzo walks a step ahead, his long strides unhurried, deliberate. He knows I won’t resist. He knows I can’t.The click of our shoes echoes against the marble staircase, every sound magnified in the heavy stillness. My heart feels too loud, my breath too shallow.When we reach the second floor, Vincenzo pushes open a door….not one I’ve ever dared to enter. Their private room. The one that always stayed locked.Inside, the space is darker than I expected. Heavy curtains drawn. A low amber glow spilling from a single lamp. The air smells faintly of leather, smoke, and something sharper… something forbidden.My pulse stutters.Nico steps aside, gesturing toward the room with a mock formality.“After you, sorellina.”I hesitate only a second before Nico’s hand presses against the small of my bac

~VINCENZO~The second her gasp slipped out, I knew.I knew Alessandro had laid his filthy hands on her.The blood in my veins turns molten. My jaw locks so tight I can hear the faint crack of my teeth grinding together.Elena.Our Elena.She's touched, bruised, tainted by someone who had no right to breathe the same air as her.I hear her stammer, the tremble in her voice when she admits it.And I fucking lost it.My hand slams against the table beside us, the wood rattling under my strength. The sound echoes in the room, a promise of violence waiting for the right direction. She flinches, and it only sharpens the blade of my rage.“He trapped me inside a room,” she whispers.I am more angry.How can he trap her?? Like prey?? Like some cheap whore he could corner and play with?? How dare the bastard??I can already picture his hands on her skin, his mouth where it never belonged. The thought makes my chest ache and my fists curl until my knuckles burn white.