All Chapters of The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

061Brianna Pounds“No, why?” I said truthfully, shaking my head in instant denial. “Why would you say that?”“Your body, Brianna. I saw the bruises and the cuts. I mean...” He paused to catch his breath, blinking down at me. “I'd already seen the marks on your neck, and it looks like you have another wound at the back of your head. I assumed that part was from the car accident. You hit my vehicle pretty hard, and based on your speed, it felt as though you were running from someone. I can't tell for sure, but the rest of your body? Jesus, Brianna. Who did that to you?”I could barely process all his words at once, my mind going completely haywire. “Uh, that... it was the crash, you're right. But I swear it's not...”The pad of his thumb suddenly pressed against my cheek as he lowered slightly, his other fingers sliding behind my hair to gently hold my head still, stopping it from shaking it. Gulping hard, I tried to open my mouth again. “Brianna,” he murmured. “You don't have to be s

063 Brianna Pounds “Aren't you supposed to be pregnant by now?” “Wait, what? Why should I be? Why are you in such a rush for me to get pregnant?” “No, your hair's just floating all around. Don't you feel it?” My arm swung up, my fingers tangling in my hair as I touched it and cackled. “Oh my God, no way. Why is that?” “I think lightning is going to strike you or something.” “No fucking way, it's not even cold. Where would the lightning even come from?” “Look,” she pointed. Only I couldn't see her, and I couldn't see where I was supposed to look. It was all pitch black. “Do you see it now?” “Brenda, quit playing. Turn on the lights. Look where? I can't even see you.” I tried to force a nervous laugh. “Brenda? Who's Brenda?” My forehead is knitted. “Who's Brenda? What do you mean, who is Brenda? You joke a lot.” I laughed again. “Turn on the lights. I need to see your face while you perform your Oscar-winning routine.” “Routine? No. I'm not performing. Why would you call me

065Brianna PoundsMy gaze trailed from his eyes down to the way his brows creased into tiny, almost invisible lines, as if he were suddenly worried he’d said the wrong thing. His expression was glassy with that same raw emotion, his lips pressed into a tense line that practically screamed, oh fuck, I shouldn't have said that.Believe me, it wasn't intentional or in any way thought through. The one leg I had outside the car suddenly slipped back in of its own accord, and I found myself leaning forward so fast, closing the distance between us. Before he could fully lift his head to my level, my lips met his. It was ever so gentle, light as a feather, applying no pressure at all as my mouth just pressed against his in a soft graze.Oh Christ, I did it again.Closing my eyes, I rested my lips against his. He wouldn't part his own, his breath not even fanning my face. That alone told me he was completely rigid, like I'd caught him entirely off guard yet again.I released all my nerves and

067Brianna Pounds“Brianna, come back here,” his heavy footsteps followed right behind me, but I refused to listen, rushing up the walkway. Feeling like he would catch up to me easily, I broke into a short run. “Come back here, Brianna.”“No,” I rebelled, deeply grateful when I finally reached the front door. My fingers wrapped around the knob and I twisted it hard. “Go back to your fucking house, Nico.”My body crossed the threshold, and I shoved the door shut behind me, trying to slam it before he could reach it. At the same time, my roaming eyes caught the people standing in the foyer, making my legs slow to a complete stop.“Mom. Dad,” I breathed, my eyes darting between the two of them like I’d just seen a ghost.Lydia’s eyes locked onto mine, widening with shock as she stood up quickly from the couch. “Brianna.”“Mom,” I muttered, my gaze immediately flicking over to Jack to gauge his expression too.“What happened? Where on earth have you been?”My mouth opened instantly, as

069Nicodemo Harrington“Babe, I…” I started, but she rolled her eyes at me before the word could even fully leave my lips. She turned her bandaged head and neck away, facing the opposite corner of the room to avoid looking at me.Clenching my fist tightly, my gaze scanned her frail, pale body. It looked like she’d dropped a drastic amount of weight overnight, appearing completely sunken and hollowed out. I bitterly wished I had avoided going to Prism altogether last night, which would have kept her from following me to the cathedral.This entire disaster was my fault, I knew that. But thank god this collapse happened before she could open her mouth any further in front of her parents.The heavy privacy curtains rolled open from the side, and my attention snapped to the figure stepping into the partitioned space.“Any word from the doctor yet?” Jack asked, walking further into the room.Glancing up at him, I managed a brief flash of eye contact before looking right back at Brianna, wh