All Chapters of Sold To The Graves Triplets: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The clock in the hallway ticked out the time. I stared at the ceiling while holding onto Gunn's hand. I lowered my gaze to his unconscious form. He'd been sleeping since that night at Muron Lab. "I'll make him pay for this," I promised in a hushed tone. I got up from my chair, gently pulling my hand back from his. My mind had been made up a while ago. The old Livia Muron was gone. The new Livia wouldn't show anyone any mercy. I would be ruthless. And most importantly I would live up to my name. That reminded me, I still needed one last conversation with Kian. He needed to tell me who my real dad is before we killed him. Gunn's nurse quietly watched us from the corner, fear flickering in her eyes. I pressed a kiss to Gunn's forehead before leaving his house. I confidently walked to my car, sliding onto the driver's seat. I drove into the city, making my way to the warehouse where Apollo, Atlas, and Ares were keeping Vissarian and Kian. My heels clicked against concrete as I ste

I sat on the passenger seat of Apollo's car, staring at the busy road ahead. "Who are we meeting? You haven't told me," Apollo asked while staring at his GPS with a puzzled look on his face. "My stepmom," I murmured. "She never liked me, and I think it's because she knew I wasn't Arthur's real daughter.""You had a stepmom?" Apollo questioned, a light frown creasing his thick brows.I nodded shortly. "A lot happened after you left the neighborhood. She was married to my dad for five years. She just disappeared when he died," I explained, before letting out a soft sigh. "If she disappeared, how do you know where she lives?" Apollo questioned, lightly tapping his thumb against the steering wheel. "To the rest of the world, she disappeared. I saw her once, having coffee by herself. I was too scared to approach her. So, I followed her home." "You followed her all the way to her home Upstate?" Apollo questioned in disbelief. "I did. And then I promised myself to go to her house once

Apollo was still aiming his gun at Aaron. None of us dared to move, neither did we speak. The silence weighed heavy on us, rooting us to the moment. It had become dark outside and the wind had turned to ice. "I asked you a question. Are you my father or not?" I blankly questioned. All I needed was an honest answer. Aaron let out a heavy sigh, his eyes softening on me. "I can't answer that question, Bean," he stated firmly. One of my hand reached for the gun tucked inside my waistband. I took the safety off before aiming the weapon at Aaron. "Your time is running out. Just tell me the truth," I tried again. "No can do," he smirked at me before pulling the trigger. His gun went off and the sound echoed through the abandoned church. Laura, who had been hiding behind me dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Blood was seeping out of a tiny hole on her shoulder, I rushed to stop the bleeding with my hands. Aaron started running again and Apollo didn't hesitate. He shot him, clipping

Before I could stop myself, I was making my way into the basement. I locked the door behind me, shutting the triplets out, preventing them from following me inside. I stretched out my fingers as I walked further into the basement. I stopped when I found Aaron sitting on a chair in the center of the room. His eyes were closed, and his breath came out in shallow bursts. He was asleep. For a moment, I just stood there. I know he changed, but he still looked like the man who saved my life. I didn't see a monster when I looked at him. I sighed heavily and patiently waited for him to wake up. After five more minutes, his body stirred back to life. A pained grunt escaped his mouth as he forced himself to sit upright. He slowly lifted his gaze. He paused when he found me standing in front of him. I knelt in front of him. A light frown settled between my brows. "Why are you doing this?" "I'm not doing anything," he hissed out. "My hands are quite literally tied," he argued, a small sm

The silence inside the mansion was a living thing. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of Apollo’s study in long silver lines. I stood before the glass, the emerald silk of the dress they’d given me reflecting in the glass. I didn’t hear him enter. I only felt the change in the air. The door shut behind him with a soft click. A warning. I didn’t turn. I knew his shape. The addictive scent of him. He moved behind me, his hands coming to rest on my bare shoulders. His touch was warm, possessive."Brooding, Princess?" Apollo’s voice was a low rumble, closer than I expected.I watched our reflection, his tall frame dwarfing mine. His dark eyes were fixed on my face in the glass. "I feel like I’m disappearing," I whispered. "Piece by piece. I don’t know who I am anymore."His hands slid down my arms, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "You’re wrong." His voice was absolute, a statement. "You’re not disappearing. You’re fina