Semua Bab Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets : Bab 311 - Bab 320

~FIORELLA~I'm more than excited that this case that took me two long, grueling months is now over.But I don't show my excitement or victory at winning the case.I badly want to sink in the chair and cry with the victim's family because I feel overwhelmed and tired, but my steely disposition won't allow it.I choose not to reveal the elation I feel at my unexpected victory nor the horror I feel deep inside.The proceedings has taken their toll on me physically and emotionally.I am exhausted but I won't let it show. I had worked my ass off for two months.And at last long, I'm done with my disturbing client.I take a good look at my client—Mr. Grant Trevor— celebrating with his elderly mom, and his equally creepy friend, with that familiar smirk of confidence spread across his thin lips.He's a bad looking man with a protruding potbelly, and greasing hair, but his personality is even worse.He's snide, condescending, with a nasty snicker that makes my skin cra

~LUCAS~I knew she was going to win. There was never a doubt.I’ve seen and heard about a lot of wins in my career.But this one?This one feels… different.Not because of the case itself…..I already knew how it would end the moment Fiorella took control of that courtroom. She’s too sharp, too precise, too damn good at what she does to lose something like that.No… what lingers isn’t the verdict.It’s her.The way she stands there after everything is over… composed, unreadable, like none of it touched her.But I know better.I know people like her very well.It's just two days, but I have studied her so well.I've been watching her.Watching the way she works, the way she carries pressure like it weighs nothing, the way she slices through arguments with surgical precision.Fiorella Vincenzo will be one of the best lawyers I’ve ever seen.She's already an excellent intern and shouldn't even be taking cases like this, but I can understand why she's allowed to

~LUCAS~The drive back to the firm is quieter than it should be, and that alone irritates me.My mind doesn’t shut up.It replays everything…..the crowd, the chaos, her hand in mine, the way she looked at me.The way she held on.I grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary.This is exactly why I don’t get involved.Because now?Now she’s in my head, and I don’t like it.Not one bit. I’m already expecting things to have calmed down at the court with security in place, order and normalcy restored.But the moment my car slows to a stop, I know that’s not the case.There’s a crowd now in front of the law firm, and not just a small one.It’s worse than the one at the court, and they're louder and restless.Press, journalists and reporters, shouting over each other like they’re waiting for something… or someone.My jaw tightens.You’ve got to be kidding me.I cut the engine and step out, shutting the door harder than necessary.The noise hits immediately.The questions, accusations, an

~FIORELLA~“Why do you even care?” I ask Lucas, my voice quieter now… but sharper in a different way. “I mean….why did you stand up for me back then? It's not like we're close or something.”He doesn’t answer immediately.And for a second…I think he won’t.Then…..“Because,” he says slowly, “you have Marcella's face, and because of that….I don't want them hurting you because in my mind, I see Marcella being hurt instead of you.”I blink twice.And am I really feeling a tiny bit of hurt??Wait ... .did I really think he stood up for me because it's me?? Because he did it for me?I laugh at my stupid self inwardly.Oh com'on Fiorella…. how could you think that?It's not like we both are close or something for him to risk himself defending and protecting me out there.I let out a dry laugh.“The lady you mistook me for?” I ask.“Yes,” he replies.“What's the full name of this Marcella you keep talking about, and who is she to you??” I ask.“Marcella Nico,” he says

~FIORELLA~Something tells me that Lucas is somewhere in the firm watching me right now.But I don't care about him right now.I just need to get home with no one invading or intruding into my personal space.So I just enter my car without bothering to scan the environment or to confirm that Lucas is really watching.I throw my bag to the back seat, and then I start the car.“Just drive, Fiorella… just drive,” I mutter to myself, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.Soon, I'm driving out of the firm, and I'm now on the road.The drive home is a blur.I don’t remember the traffic lights. I don’t remember the turns.I just… arrive at my house.The house greets me with silence….. heavy, suffocating silence.I drop my bag on the table and kick off my heels, the relief almost painful.For a moment, I just stand there in the middle of the living room.I'm alone, completely alone, and the quiet presses in too loud and too much.“Why does it feel like the