Semua Bab The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Bab 81 - Bab 90

082Brianna Pounds“It's not what you think,” almost slipped out of my mouth out of sheer panic, but I swallowed it back down.Why should I explain a damn thing to him? He didn't deserve it at all.I sucked my teeth in deep annoyance. He’d just interrupted a conversation that I had finally managed to get onto stable ground.“Uh, Nicodemo. What are you doing here?” I asked dismissively.“What?” He scoffed in utter disbelief, as if he literally couldn't believe his own ears.His reaction only prompted me to repeat myself even more clearly this time. “I said, what are you doing here?”I saw his eyes flash with that volatile fire I desperately wanted out of him. “Please, leave. Both of you,” I added, pointing toward the exit out of sheer pretense of manners. “I want to use this room and handle my business in private.”I guessed the heavy breath came from Zeus, because I caught a glimpse of him sliding his phone back into his jeans pocket. “I guess we'll finish this another time?”Read the

084Brianna Pounds“Feel any better?”I shut off the loud whir of the hairdryer the moment Nico's voice reached my ears. His reflection materialized in the mirror as he approached from behind.No, I didn't feel any better. But I wasn't about to tell him that. In fact, I'd feel infinitely better if I were dead, or if he was. Just completely gone. I didn't want him anywhere near my line of sight anymore.“I think so,” I murmured, setting the hairdryer down on the bathroom counter.“You think so?” He stepped up completely behind me, the warmth of his body pooling against my bare skin before he even lowered himself toward me. He rested his jaw lightly against my shoulder. I absolutely despised it, but I couldn't overtly complain because he wasn't dropping his actual weight onto my frame, just leaving a tiny graze of contact.Fighting the fierce urge to roll my eyes, I forced a heavy sigh instead, our eyes locking through the silver reflection of the mirror. “I'm fine,” I said, lowering my

086Brianna PoundsNot even in my wildest, most twisted thoughts would I have ever imagined opening my eyes to find Kariana standing right in the center of my fiancé’s living room. But there she was, with Nico lingering close by her side, an expression of profound, crushing guilt written all over her face.“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my gaze darting over to Nico in sheer shock. “What the hell is she doing here, Nicodemo?”“I came to give you this,” Kariana murmured with a gentle smile that I didn't ask or care for. She pulled her hidden hand from behind her back, extending a small, wrapped package toward me. My eyes trailed instantly from Nico's guarded face down to her trembling, outstretched hand to see from the pack it was a brand new phone. “And to apologize,” she added, her voice cracking as she managed a smile. “For everything.”A sharp, disbelieving snort slipped past my lips. “Nico, seriously? What the fuck is this?” I snapped, glaring at the idiot standing there, a

088Brianna PoundsThis change was absolute pure whiplash, even to my own self.And looking at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't feel so stupid after all. Instead, I felt better, relieved even. Look at me. Everything was finally on its way to being perfect to my own taste and wants. Almost. Because I hadn't let go of my plan completely. I hadn't let my guard fall down. Because if there was one single thing I had held onto for this few weeks after coming back to life, back to this reality of five years ago, it was grandma’s warning.“You have made a grave mistake, Brianne.” I didn't even remember her exact words completely anymore. The memories I'd spent with them were almost already starting to fade, and I deeply despised that. But it was something remarkably close to that sentence. Something about me making a grave mistake. And grave mistakes aren't small things; they cost a lot. I mean they are called grave for a very specific reason, right? Because they are massive, life-alter

090Brianna PoundsSniffing back my tears, I saw no reason to be vague anymore. I saw every reason to be completely honest now. “Do you want to know why I'm doing this, Brenda? Why I want this? Why it seems like I'm about to sabotage my own life with my two bare hands?”She nodded slowly. “Why?”“Because,” I breathed, forcing the sob out of my voice. “I owe Grandma.”“Grandma?” Her tearful eyes furrowed. “What Grandma? Who is that?”I wasn't even paying attention to her questions, pushing forward with my own thoughts. “And Darcy.” Her eyes widened even more in pure confusion. “I owe those two my life. This entire life I'm living right now. I don't deserve it, Brenda. I'm such a horrible person.” That same familiar crack fractured my voice. “I'm a bad person.”Seeing my state, she let me lean my head onto her shoulder, carefully positioning me so my ruined makeup wouldn't stain the satin fabric of her blue bridesmaid dress.“No, you're not, Bri. Talk to me,” she pleaded softly. “What i