All Chapters of Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

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CHOOSE LUCAS..... FIORELLA OR MARCELLA??

~LUCAS~I don't know when it happens.One moment, I'm completely lost in Fiorella, in her warmth, in the sound of her breathing, in the way she looks at me with those eyes that make it almost impossible for me to remember that there is a world outside this room.And then, Marcella's face flashes through my mind.I blink hard.No….Why the hell am I thinking about her right now?I look down at Fiorella.It's Fiorella…..not Marcella.I know that. My mind knows that. My heart should know that too.Yet another image of Marcella comes rushing into my thoughts.Her smile, her eyes, the way she looked at me when I was buried deep inside her pussy.I close my eyes briefly, trying to push the memory away.It doesn't work. If anything, it makes it worse.Why? Why is she suddenly in my head?I focus on Fiorella again, but her striking resemblance to Marcella doesn't make things easier for me.Because seeing Fiorella's face feels like I'm looking directly at Marcella.The sa

FORGET EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US

~FIORELLA~“Is it Fiorella… or Marcella?”The question hangs between us. And I don't know why I ask it again.Maybe because some foolish, desperate part of me is still hoping that hearing my name from his lips will make everything okay.Maybe I'm waiting for him to look at me and say it without hesitation.‘You.’Just one word……one damn word.And I'd probably forgive him for everything.I'd probably let him pull me back into his arms.I'd probably convince myself that what happened tonight was nothing more than a mistake.A terrible, humiliating mistake.But Lucas doesn't say anything. He just stares at me, and that silence destroys the tiny piece of hope I was desperately clinging to.My chest tightens, and my throat burns.I stare at him, waiting, counting the seconds as I wait.He still doesn't answer, and something inside me cracks…. a quiet, devastating crack somewhere deep inside my chest.And suddenly, I understand.He can't choose me, and it's not becau

I'M NOT GOING TO ITALY

~LUCAS~Her words don't just hurt, they tear straight through me.‘I never loved you, Lucas.’I stare at Fiorella, and for several seconds, I honestly forget how to breathe.I want to tell myself she's angry.I want to tell myself she's only saying those things because she's hurt.But knowing that doesn't make hearing them any easier. Especially when I know her.I know Fiorella.Maybe not every part of her, but enough.Enough to know that Fiorella Vincenzo is not the kind of woman who gives just anybody access to her personal space.She doesn't let people get close. She doesn't trust easily.She doesn't surrender control easily.And she certainly doesn't let a man into her bed, into her private world, into the vulnerable parts of herself, unless she feels something for him.I've seen the way she fights to maintain control over everything around her.I've seen how quickly she builds walls whenever she feels exposed.So when she tells me she never loved me...I kn

GOODBYE, LUCAS

~LUCAS~I stare at her.For several seconds, neither of us says anything.The room is silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my own breathing.Fiorella is sitting on the edge of the bed, her phone clenched tightly in her hand.She looks furious. But underneath the anger, there is something else….. real fear.I've seen Fiorella angry.I've seen her frustrated, irritated, arrogant, stubborn, sarcastic, and completely impossible.But I've never seen her look like this.Her eyes are fixed on the screen, and there's a strange tension in her face that makes me sit up straighter.“Why don't you want to go to Italy?” I ask her, but she doesn't answer.“Fiorella?” I try again.She simply shakes her head.“I'm never going to Italy, Lucas,” she says with a firm and final voice.“Fiorella.....”She sighs heavily and throws her phone onto the mattress beside her.“I said I'm not going. Leave me the fuck alone, Lucas.”“That doesn't answer my

LEAVING SCOTLAND

~LUCAS~I barely sleep.Actually, calling what I did last night “sleep” would be generous.I spend most of the night lying on my back, staring at the ceiling while Fiorella's words replay over and over again inside my head.‘Goodbye, Lucas.’I don't know why those two words bother me so much.Maybe it's because of the way she said them.There was something final about them. Something that made a cold feeling settle somewhere deep inside my chest.Every time I close my eyes, I see her sitting on the edge of that bed with her phone in her hand.I see the way her expression changed.I hear the slight crack in her voice when she told me she couldn't afford another trip with me.And most of all, I remember the way she stopped herself when she almost said something about a Mafia lord.There is a secret buried inside all of this….I'm sure of it.But no matter how many times I turn it over in my head, I can't figure out what it is.Eventually, I give up trying to sleep

A KIND, STRANGE GIRL

~LUCAS~Three hours later, I arrive in Milan, Italy.The moment I step out of the airport, I stop for a second and simply look around.I'm actually here in Italy.The thought should excite and disturb me at the same time.It does, in a way.But there's an emptiness sitting right in the middle of that excitement.I breathe in deeply, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder as I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings.Milan is beautiful.Not beautiful in the same way Scotland is beautiful.Scotland has this wild, almost haunting kind of beauty. The cold air, the old buildings, the green landscapes, the dramatic skies.Milan feels different. It feels elegant and alive.There is something sophisticated about the city, even from the little I can see around me.The architecture catches my attention almost immediately. The streets are busy without feeling chaotic, and everywhere I look, there are beautiful buildings standing beside modern ones as though the

FATE IS PLAYING GAMES WITH ME

~LUCAS~Oh shit! Not again!What the hell??I stare at her because no, this has to be some kind of joke.I blink twice, and she's still standing there with that same face, same eyes, same lips, same nose, same beautiful features that have already managed to completely mess with my head twice.My heart actually skips a beat.I look at her again, hoping that somehow my eyes are playing tricks on me.They aren't.She looks EXACTLY like Fiorella and Marcella.For a few seconds, I genuinely forget how to breathe.The woman standing in front of me notices my expression, but she doesn't seem to understand why I'm staring at her like I've just seen a ghost.And honestly? I don't understand it either.What are the odds?What are the chances of meeting one woman who looks exactly like Marcella, then falling for another woman who looks exactly like Marcella, and then, after flying all the way from Scotland to Italy, running into a third woman who looks exactly like both

CAMILLA RICCARDO

~CAMILLA~“Shit! Shit! Shit!”I mutter as I sprint down the street so fast that I'm beginning to wonder if my legs are actually attached to my body or if they're simply moving on their own.My bag is hanging halfway off my shoulder, and I'm sure one of my books must be sticking out of it.My hair is a complete disaster. It's flying happily in the air. And I'm still not sure if I actually closed my room door. I might have left it open like before…because I was rushing out. But now, I don't have the time to go back to check properly.I have a fucking school test, and it starts in fifteen minutes.“Oh God! I might actually miss the test, and Esmeralda is definitely going to kill me if I do that,” I say to myself.Okay, maybe that's dramatic.But at this exact moment, it feels appropriate.Okay, I fucking need a car right now!I shouldn't have refused when dad wanted to get me a car.If I had a car, I would have driven recklessly to school to beat the time and no

A VERY LONG AFTERNOON

~CAMILLA~The moment the cab stops, I shove money into the hands of the driver.“Keep the change!” I tell him.“Miss, you gave me too much,” he says.“I don't have time! Just keep the change,” I say and jump out before he can argue.Then I start running again.I run across the campus with my bag bouncing against my side. My Crocs slap against the pavement.Students turn to look at me, but I don't care.Someone says something, but I don't even bother to know what is being said.A professor walks past me, and I nearly crash into him.“Sorry, professor!” I yell, and keep running.My lungs are burning. My heart is pounding.My hair is probably worse than it was in the cab.But then I reach the building, and I race up the stairs.“Please don't let him start,” I mutter as I keep racing the stairs.Finally, I reach the classroom door, and when my hand closes around the handle, I stop, taking breaths to calm myself down.I straighten my top, fix my hair as much as pos

A LITTLE VICTORY

~CAMILLA~Oh….this is bad.So bad that it makes me stare at a question paper and suddenly wonder whether dropping out of university and opening an ice cream shop is a better career option.I mean….I know how to make great ice creams, right??I stare at the question again, blinking hard.But there's absolutely nothing coming to my head.My brain is as empty as the classroom would be if Professor Cosmos suddenly announced that the test was cancelled.I read the question again, hoping the words will rearrange themselves into something I understand….but they don't.I look at the second question, but it's even worse.By the time I reach the fourth question, I'm beginning to suspect Professor Cosmos has personally designed this test to ruin my life.I swallow hard.“Okay. Calm down, Camilla,” I whisper to myself. “You know something. You must know something.”I have attended most of the lectures.I've listened…. Well, sometimes.I've opened the course material at lea

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