All Chapters of Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters : Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

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FIORELLA THE CONTROL FREAK

~FIORELLA~The next morning, I wake before the sun fully rises, my eyes opening with sharp awareness, not a trace of sleep lingering in them. My body feels rested, but my mind…..my mind is already working, already calculating, already controlling.Juliette is gone.Of course she is.I don’t keep what I use close for too long. Attachments blur judgment. And I don’t blur.I sit up slowly, the silk sheets slipping off my skin, pooling at my waist like submission itself.A faint smirk touches my lips.Control….. that's what I breathe.That's what I am.I come down from my bed, and walk into the bathroom to take my bath and brush my teeth.After a long, deliberate shower ... .hot water cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of the night ... .I step out, wrapping myself in a black robe. My reflection stares back at me from the fogged mirror….cold, perfect, and untouchable.I wipe the glass with my palm, revealing the woman beneath.And she looks exactly how she should.My finger

I FOUND HER

~LUCAS~Moving on is a lie people tell themselves when staying hurts too much.I learned that the hard way.Because no matter how many times I told myself she’s gone… she chose to leave… it’s over, my heart refused to listen.It’s been weeks.Weeks since I woke up in that hospital bed.Weeks since I walked into her apartment and realized she had erased herself from my life like she was never there.Weeks since I read that letter over and over again until the words stopped making sense and just became pain.And yet…she’s still everywhere.Everywhere.I see her in the smallest things.In the way the morning light slips through the window…..because she used to complain about how it always woke her up too early.In the silence of her apartment….because she used to fill it without even trying.In the emptiness beside me….because she used to belong there.It’s suffocating.It’s like she didn’t leave.Like she stayed behind in pieces… scattered through my entire life

MARCELLA OR FIORELLA???

~LUCAS~“Marcella…” Her name breaks out of me like a prayer. “I found you…”My arms wrap around her tightly… desperately… like I’m trying to anchor myself to something real after weeks of drowning in nothingness.She’s warm, she's real, and she's here.For a second… just one second… everything inside me settles.The chaos, the pain, the emptiness… it all quiets down.Because she’s in my arms again. Because I found her.God… I found her.My fingers tighten unconsciously against her back, like I’m afraid she’ll slip through me like smoke if I don’t hold her hard enough. I bury my face slightly into her hair, breathing her in… searching for something familiar, something that screams home.Then I hear it…“EWWWW!!!”The sharp, disgusted voice slices through the moment so violently that my entire body stiffens.It’s not just disgust… it’s pure rejection. Raw. Immediate. Like I’ve done something unforgivable.Before I can even process it, I feel a forceful shove

I'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN

~FIORELLA~“Marcella…”The name hits me before anything else does.It's soft, broken, and desperate, and then I feel arms.Strong arms wrap around me out of nowhere, pulling me into a body that is completely unfamiliar.My entire body stiffens instantly.For half a second… just half a second…I freeze.Not out of fear, but out of shock.Because no one….no one….touches me like this.No one dares.“I found you…”His voice is right there, too close, too intimate… like he’s holding something precious.Like… he’s holding someone he lost.And that’s when it hits me.Disgust surges through me so fast it burns.“EWWWW!!!”The word rips out of me before I can stop it.My hands slam against his chest, shoving him off me with force.“What the hell…”The audacity.The absolute audacity!!!Before he can even recover, my hand moves on its own, and I slap him hard on his cheek.The sound echoes sharply, drawing attention immediately.Good.Let them look.Let them see what hap

THE NEW INTERN

~FIORELLA~I'll never have to see him again…. right??The thought lingers for half a second too long, and I hate that.I stop walking….not abruptly, not in a way anyone else would notice.Just a slight pause… a near-invisible hesitation.But I feel it….that tiny crack in my control.My fingers curl slowly at my side, nails pressing lightly into my palm.This is unacceptable, because I don't hesitate, I don't question, and I definitely do not let strangers crawl into my thoughts and stay there.I inhale, slowly, controlled, and measured, then exhale just as steadily.And just like that…it's gone.Everything soft, everything uncertain, everything unnecessary….gone.My spine straightens slightly, my shoulders settling back into perfect alignment.My expression smooths out, every trace of irritation, curiosity, and distraction erased like it was never there.Everything is back to being cold, composed and untouchable.That’s who I am, and that's who I remain.The so

HE'S REALLY THE NEW INTERN

~FIORELLA~No, this is not happening.I don’t react because I never show my reaction in public, and yet, for the briefest, most treacherous second… something inside me stills when my eyes land on him.The stranger from earlier, the one who touched me without permission.My expression does not change….it never does.But beneath the stillness… beneath the perfect composure I wear like skin, something sharp and unwelcome coils in my chest.Please..…let it not be him.My gaze flicks, just once, to the empty chair, and then back to him….still standing at the door, still breathing slightly harder than he should, still looking at me like….No.I cut the thought off instantly.He means nothing.He is nothing….. just a stranger, just an inconvenience, just….“Oh, here he is.”The senior partner’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade.And just like that, everything inside me drops slow, heavy, and final.No!!“…our new intern,” he continues, relief evident in his t

A CHALLENGED CONTROL

~FIORELLA~“Mr. Santis,” I repeat, my voice dropping dangerously, “I do not repeat myself often. You are already on unstable ground. I suggest you start explaining yourself.”He finally speaks again.“I’m sorry, once again.” His words are quiet, and measured. “I apologize for coming in late.”My eyes narrow slightly because he's too calm, too controlled.“I was early,” he continues. “I got to the company before time.”A faint shift moves through the room ... .they are interested again, and hope that he might salvage this.I remain unmoved.“And yet,” I say, “you are standing here late.”“Yes,” he admits with no excuses…. just that single word.“There was… a situation,” he adds.Something in his tone shifts. It's subtle, but I catch it.A situation.My mind flashes instantly…. the chaos, the moment he mistook me for my sister.My jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.Of course it was that.Of course he was that problem.A quiet, humorless scoff slips past my lips.“

A STRANGER WITH HER FACE

~LUCAS~The moment I step into the room, everything in me stops.My hand is still on the door, and my breath catches halfway in my chest.Because sitting at the head of the table is her…Marcella.She's sitting there…back straight, chin slightly lifted, eyes sharp and unreadable.What is Marcella doing sitting here with lawyers when she isn't a law student??It doesn’t fit her.My grip on the door tightens unconsciously, the metal cold against my palm, grounding me because suddenly the room feels like it’s tilting. This isn’t right. None of this is right.My heart starts pounding harder, and before I can even process it….“Oh, here he is.”The voice pulls everyone’s attention to me, but I barely hear it, because I'm still staring at her.Still trying to understand what I’m looking at.“Our new intern. Mr. Lucas Santis.”The introduction barely registers, because her eyes are on me now.And just like earlier, there’s nothing in them….no recognition, no reaction,

SHE'S REALLY NOT MARCELLA

~LUCAS~She's speaking now, but I don’t hear half of what she’s saying.The meeting continues….voices speaking, papers shifting, someone presenting numbers, but all of it fades into a distant blur because my eyes are locked on her.Or… the person who looks exactly like her.My chest tightens slowly, painfully, like something is pressing inward.Marcella.The name echoes in my head like a ghost I can’t bury.But the longer I sit here… the longer I watch her, the more something feels wrong.Terribly wrong.My jaw tightens as I lean back slightly in my chair, forcing myself to breathe, to think, to see.Because this?This woman in front of me?She is not the girl I knew.The Marcella I remember wasn't like this.She wasn’t cold, she wasn't sharp.She didn’t sit in rooms like this, commanding silence with just a look.And Marcella…..my Marcella…..would have reacted. Even if it was anger. Even if it was denial. She would have felt something.My Marcella laughed to

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