Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

022Brianna PoundsI turned the door latch, the mechanism creaking as I pushed the heavy frame open. I needed to escape the suffocating, leather-scented air of the car and breathe something fresh and pure, an atmosphere that didn’t have Nico’s presence woven into it.Five years ago, even though the exact memory of this day eluded me, everything might have gone smoothly for him. The naive and oblivious Brianna of that life would have been over the moon after the car ride with her fiancé. She would have been on her way into the club, eager to satisfy his desires, completely unsuspecting. She wouldn’t have known that a text from the woman who would eventually plot her murder lay hidden in her husband’s phone. All for what? So she would stop trying to get pregnant and just die instead, allowing them to be happy?Why couldn’t he just have been with her from the start?“Hold on, Brianna. I’ll hold the umbrella for you.” That same voice, the one that would one day be stained with my blood, n

024Brianna Pounds What an early morning theatre performance this was. “You called for me, Dad.” I murmured as if the chaos had absolutely nothing to do with me. I squinted my eyes against the intrusive brightness of the sunlight streaming through the drawn curtains. “Isn’t it a bit early for the drama you’re orchestrating, Harrington?” Nico’s chuckle jumbled out of him, a nervous, disbelieving sound. My eyes tracked the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. It took quite an effort to lie through his teeth like that, didn’t it?“Did you hear that, Dad?” Nico sneered, his voice tight with feigned indignation.My eyes shot to Jack in a bold, unwavering stare. I hoped my pupils carried the exact message I wanted him to receive. He creased the bridge of his nose, agitated, his fingers grazing the patch on his forehead from the wound Mom had given him. This man, I thought as my gaze skimmed over them, and the man standing beside him were cut from the very same cloth. My calmness seem

026 Brianna Pounds The running water did little to ground me. I stared blankly into the porcelain bowl, watching the watery puddle of my own vomit as it swirled and flushed away. I clicked the tap off, and at that exact moment, Mom’s voice drifted through the door. “Nico should be on his way now. Come down soon for dinner, sweetheart.” A ghost of a smile twitched on my lips as I glared at the hollow, brown depths of my eyes in the bathroom mirror. “Coming,” my voice managed, sounding much bolder than the hollow shell I felt like inside. My cold, wet palms pressed against the skin of my neck. The nausea remained, a thick and heavy weight in my chest. Another heave bubbled up, forcing me to double over, but only a dry, raspy scrape echoed in my throat. Nothing followed. After rinsing the bitter taste from my mouth, I glided the red lipstick over my cherry lips, popping the color back into place with a deceptive vibrance. The layers of my makeup was like a mask I put on to concea

028Brianna PoundsThe headlights of Nico's matte grey Lamborghini mingled with the glow of the black Maybach across the expanse of the driveway. Mom and I strode toward Nico, who stood at the forefront of his car. Dad’s back was turned as they remained lost in conversation until Nico’s eyes shifted, taking us in.Jack turned at the same time. His smile widened as he looked at me and then at Lydia, who walked by my side. Nico walked toward us, cutting through the space between.“Wifey,” he beamed. The scent of the pineapple juice from dinner lingered on his breath as he pressed a faint kiss against my forehead, careful not to get my makeup on his lips.I bit my lip, fighting back the urge to call him husband in front of my parents. My smile spread wide, my teeth catching the moonlight. Nico took me by the waist and nodded toward the Maybach. I shifted my gaze, only just realizing Carlo was standing by the door with his hands folded in front of him. “You will ride with Carlo,” Nico sa

030Brianna PoundsNico: Sweetheart, could you come outside for a bit? I miss you.It felt as though the fun and the music died instantly the moment the screen glowed against my face. Brenda's manicured finger came into view, reaching to wrap around my phone. “Babes, you're taking away from the fun.” I sidestepped her reach, pulling the phone away. My eyes drifted over her shoulder. A practically naked man was devouring her neck, and the desperate way her eyes fluttered made my insides recoil. “It's Nico,” I told her. My gaze wandered, unintentionally roving over the other girls. They were having the time of their lives with the nearly nude escorts. The scene felt so wrong that I was almost glad Nico had sent that text. At the same time, it didn't sit right with me. Why wasn't he at his own party having fun? I pivoted away, a wave of disgust hitting me. Perhaps it was because I was no longer single and was soon to be wedded; otherwise, I might not have judged Brenda so harshly fo