Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

042Brianna Pounds“Of course not, babes. What are you on? Why would I hurt you?”Because you've done it before. Because you're capable of anything, Kariana. But looking into those midnight eyes, I didn't dare say it aloud. I fought back the moisture in my eyelids, but a single tear escaped anyway.Her gaze softened, darkening with something unreadable. “Come here. What's wrong, Brianna?”She spread her arms. Before I could step back, she closed the distance, pulling my stained dress and shivering body against her bare skin. Her warmth invaded my senses, her arms locking around me so tightly that my ruined gown pressed into my chest. One of her hands stroked my hair, while the other traced slow, deliberate lines up and down my spine. Regardless, I couldn't and didn’t want to trust the bitch for a second. She was a psychopath, playing a game I didn't understand.The heavy, humid air caught in my throat, turning into a light cough. The sound choked out completely as her fingers danced o

044Brianna Pounds My brows knitted in disbelief as the text immediately marked itself as read. It was as if Nico had been sitting there, staring at the screen, waiting for my response. The typing bubbles danced, but before he could send a text, the jarring ring of the incoming call shattered the quiet.“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, frantically hitting the buttons to crank the volume down.Thankfully, the shower water was still rushing in the distance. The witch must not have heard it.I swiped the screen and pressed the phone to my ear. Nico wasted no time, his voice frantic. “Brianna?”“Who are you talking to on the phone?”The voice materialized directly behind me. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest, skipping a violent beat.Wasn't she in the bathroom just now? The shower was still running in the background. Maybe I had misheard the water.“Baby, are you there? What's wrong? Where are you?” Nico’s voice pierced through the line, driving the tension in my chest to a break

046Brianna PoundsI couldn't help but let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Whatever the case was, at least he was standing right here in front of me now. He really came. He was here to save me. “Nico,” I breathed, the sheer relief cutting through my exhaustion. “You're really here for me? Kariana, look at him, he really came here for me.” I shifted my gaze between the two of them, my voice cracking into a vulnerable sob. “He really is here.”Didn't matter who called him. “Shut up, bitch,” Kariana snapped, startling me.Focusing back on Nico, I watched him let out a heavy, dragging sigh. His lips parted slightly as his eyes shifted away from mine, refusing to hold my gaze. “Kariana, stop. Just let her go.” He sounded completely drained, his shoulders slumped forward without an ounce of confidence or authority in his posture.Did he not realize that if he actually wanted to challenge this psychopath, if he truly wanted to help get me out of this situation, he needed to command the room? T

048Nicodemo HarringtonShe stilled under the touch of my lips. “I love you,” I whispered. I genuinely did, and I wished to God my eyes could tell her it was the absolute truth, that I wasn't deceptively lying to her face just to get her out of here. Oh God, I loved her. “Just wait for me at my place, okay?”I wanted to take the meat of my palm and run it gently against her matted hair, to cradle her cheeks, to soothe her bleeding throat. Damn it, it hurt like absolute hell to look at her like this.How long had she been torturing her? Brianna looked like she had been dragged through hell and back. Her eyes were completely shattered. What did this crazy bitch do to my girl?Her gaze turned deeply rebellious, and I knew I shouldn't waste another single second. She was about to slam the door right in my face, so I tried to bring her to order before she cut me off completely. “Do you promise you'll go straight to my place?” I arched over the seat smoothly, keeping my voice low, adding in

050Nicodemo Harrington“Nothing,” I murmured truthfully. “There is absolutely nothing my apologies can do for you right now, or for your broken heart, Kariana. I know that.” My voice dropped so low I feared the words barely traveled past my own ears. “But I don't know how else to show you that I am genuinely sorry. I wish to God I could rewind the hands of time.” I dragged out a long pause, forcing myself to stabilize my tone against the heavy, suffocating ache tightening inside my chest. “Back to the days we spent together, back to the exact day I met you, just so I could make you see that being with me was never going to be worth it. I wasn't a good man back then, Kariana, and I would always end up doing this to you. God, I wish I could have warned you enough. I was a complete disaster back then. I didn't use my head. I wasn't the man I am today, and all I can do now is apologize for dragging you through hell and back. I really wish I had the power to fix this, to make things right