บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

012Brianna Pounds“You can't go back just like that, Brianne. It isn't that easy.”My mouth parted, a protest forming on my tongue. This wasn't what Darcy had said, nor was it how I had imagined things would go. Wasn't it supposed to be effortless? I would come over, she would prepare Darcy and me, and we would return to the real world, back to our lives and our businesses. I could reclaim my marriage and be more cautious and wary of Nicodemo and Kariana. “Drink up,” she gestured with a nod toward the chalice, the heat radiating from the earthenware pulling my focus back to it.Taking the rim to my lips, I didn't let my gaze drift from Grandma, who in turn pinned her piercing blue glare to my eyes, a sense of fear seizing me. I didn't know what this potion was, and genuinely, I wanted to understand its purpose since it wasn't intended to take me back to life immediately. The steam rose, filling my nostrils with a warmth so abnormal it threatened to pull me into a dazed slumber. I

014Brianna Pounds“Brianne,” Grandma drawled my name lazily.Through the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her, my chest heaving with labored breaths.Why did I return so fast? She should have let me give that fucker a taste of his own monstrous blood.“It’s a bad trait to let yourself be consumed by anger. And by rage, even worse.”“You should’ve let me punch the shit out of that good-for-nothing father of mine.” I felt disgusted calling him my father, but I tried to watch my words so as not to be too visceral, even as my anger spilled through.“Anger breaks the spell and nullifies the potion,” Grandma said, rising to her feet. She looked visibly piqued but remained composed. Still, I could sense her irritation.“Sorry,” I murmured, hoping she’d hear me, my eyes downcast in guilt.I knew I had overreacted.“Don’t be,” she drawled. “It should have been easy, but you’re not strong, Brianne. You’ve carelessly earned yourself more time in the spirit land. Congratulations,” she add

016Brianna PoundsTrudging toward Lydia, who stood sheltered beneath the stone portico to stay clear of the downpour, I fought to keep my head straight and my gaze forward. “What is your problem? Why did you storm off like that?” Lydia scrutinized me, her eyes searching my disarrayed ones. I watched as her lips parted in disbelief. “And why are you wet, Brianna? Haven’t I warned you to stay clear of the rain? Do you want to catch a cold? Why is it that you never listen to me?” With the way she scolded me so pointedly, she should have been out of breath. Her eyes were bright, and though they looked incensed, her nose still held the same sharp ridge that I carried. All her features were intact, exactly like the Lydia of five years ago.“I needed air,” I brushed off with the lie, fidgeting with the hem of my clothes, which I hadn't managed to glance at yet. Before my eyes could stray from my mother’s blazing ones to the exact spot where I had seen that car, she gripped my shoulder g

018Brianna PoundsThe same chill that had crawled up my spine the moment the oak bedroom door clicked shut still remained in my spine. As I stared into the mirror, the oxblood silk of the slip dress clung warmly to my frame. I brushed my shoulder length brown hair in a lazy rhythm, the bristles gliding through the strands without snagging on a single tangle.A heavy fragrance oozed from my skin. It was a mixture of hyacinths and essential oils that now felt less like a luxury and more like a cloying mask.Truthfully, the blood had only made a brief appearance in the shower. The warmth of the water seemed to have lulled my muscles into a false sense of peace. There wasn't even a spark of the excitement that should have accompanied the days leading up to a wedding.The green contact lenses I put in specifically to match Nico’s eyes glared back at me through the glass with deathly stillness. A sound managed to escape my throat, an attempt at a chuckle or a smile, but it emerged toothles

020Brianna PoundsNico’s lips were soft as he pressed them lightly against mine at first. That deceptive gentleness grounded me until my reserves finally melted away. In a blur of movement I hadn’t realized I was making, my fingers fumbled at my side until my seatbelt clicked, releasing me from my restraint.Before my rebirth, just looking at Kariana was enough to know she was a vixen. She was the type of woman who could effortlessly ensnare Nico in a spell of desire, and perhaps this was how I was meant to reclaim the narrative.I hooked my hand behind Nico’s nape, pulling his hesitant lips back to mine and locking them against my own with a sudden, fierce hunger.Nico groaned, pulling his head back slightly as if to catch his breath, but I refused to grant him the reprieve. This was why he loved Kariana, wasn’t it?She had always been so eager, desperate, and provocative. She fit his style perfectly. I mirrored his groan with a moan of my own, sliding my tongue against his in a bol