Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

031Brianna PoundsHe ended the call with a groan, turning at the same time.His mouth fell open in surprise as he took me in. He held his phone suspended in the air, caught completely off guard. “Brianna. You're here.”I didn't quite understand the tears brimming on my eyelids, but by the way my heart rate slowed into something soft, I knew they were tears of satisfaction.That viper had called me a prude, and Nico had defended me. Maybe I was winning and finally turning things around. It no longer felt like too much to know this version of him. It no longer felt forced to be obedient, and I didn't feel like a doormat. Standing here in my dress, the chilly night air seeping into my bones after hearing my fiancé defend me like that, made me want to tighten my grip on this moment and never let go. For the first time, I wanted to do this all over again.“You're here,” his voice still carried a note of wounded surprise, as if he viewed what I’d overheard as a betrayal. But I didn't see i

033Brianna PoundsKariana exhaled a long, shaky breath. “Don't you miss me? Don't you miss us?” She gestured wildly between them. “Everything we shared... are you really going to throw it all away for that slut?”My breath stalled in my lungs. She pointed toward the door as if she knew I was standing right there. In a surge of panic, I jerked my head back, pressing my spine against the cold stone wall as I struggled to quiet my breathing.Through the heavy silence of the Cathedral, her voice echoed off the high rafters. “Huh? Answer me! Is it because of her you're doing this to me? To us? To everything we've built? You’re just tossing it aside for what?” She shrieked, the sound sharp enough to make me flinch."Please don't let that phone call have been an act," I prayed. "Defend me, Nicodemo. Please prove me wrong." I gripped the fabric of my dress so hard my knuckles turned white, hoping fervently for a sign that he was the man I thought he was.I leaned back toward the sliver of th

035Brianna PoundsI stared at the dark screen of my phone, the sounds of skin against skin from inside still echoing in my mind. I wasn't sure if I was imagining them or if Nico would really go that far with her.Would he actually sleep with her? If he wasn't already. I could have looked right then to be certain, but I was done with Nico. Damn him. Damn anyone who tried to convince me otherwise. Damn this entire arrangement.Pushing myself up from the cold stone, I swiped at my screen. My thumb scrolled through my contacts, though the tears smeared on the glass made it nearly impossible to see. I finally landed on Lydia’s name and dialed. As it rang, I wiped the phone against the silk of my gown to clear the moisture.I didn't bother hiding anymore as I walked toward the front of the Cathedral, heading for where the Maybach was parked.Why should I stay in the shadows? He was the one who should be ashamed. He was the one who should be terrified to look me in the eyes.A sharp, bitter

037 Brianna Pounds A jarring movement jolted through my body, as if I were being grated against stone. Damp, recycled air fired into my lungs, smelling of old leather. Grunting, I pried my eyelids open. Pitch darkness met me at first before the atmosphere slowly settled. Objects appeared sideways, blurring in and out of focus. Wincing as the leather creaked under my skin, I tried to readjust and sit upright. My eyes caught a slender hand gripping the steering wheel. I followed the line of her arm up, and instantly, my brain wires connected. Before her eyes could catch my movement through the rearview mirror, I lunged. “Bitch,” I growled. My arms went straight for her neck, hooking around her throat. I tightened my grip, squeezing as if I could snap her windpipe right then and there. “Fucking bitch!” Her hand slapped at mine, a strangled cough escaping her. Her struggling only gave me more leverage to dig my forearm deeper into her throat. “You're going to get us killed!” she ma

039Brianna PoundsA nervous laugh bubbled out of my throat. “Stupid me.” I tapped my forehead as if they were the ones who had it all wrong. “It's this way.” I turned to meet Kariana’s eyes. “Nowhere. I was coming to you, actually.”Her gaze searched mine in scrutiny before she shoved the driver’s door shut. Without moving an inch, she reached over and did the same to my side.“Better,” she muttered. “Follow me. I have to clean you up now, and stop the bleeding on your head or wherever the hell it's leaking from.” Her tone oozed irritation, but there was no sign of remorse on her face.One would think, what a caring, loving woman. Or should I say, mistress? Obsessed ex?The night air seeped through into my ruined gown as I trailed behind her hurried steps, my eyes watching the man we were fast approaching.“Kariana,” his eyes warned.“Dad, hold it in. Don't try to stop me now.” She held a hand up to him, about to walk past, when he caught her by the wrist.“I said stop, Kariana. Are