All Chapters of Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JULIET POV (seven years old)I kiss my mother's smooth cheek lovingly. "I will see you when school's out, Mommy." There's no response. She's been like this for over two weeks now. She just sits in front of the window and stares outside. If I didn't give her food and water, she wouldn't have been eating, either. I hover at the front door to our apartment, worried about her. She's so beautiful. Just last week, I heard my best friend's mom talk over the phone about my mother's beauty. "She's beautiful, sure, but she's a little absent, don't you think?" Those were her exact words. I don't think she's absent. Sometimes, my mommy just gets a little sad, and I know it's because she thinks of her own daddy and the life she used to have. She's always telling me how she grew up in mansions like a princess, how we don't belong in our small two-bedroom apartment in the city that never stops raining. That one day, she will whisk me away and back to the life that those stupid Morettis sto

JULIET POV (EIGHTEEN ) I look at the bruises on my neck, my gaze traveling from the dark finger marks to meet my dead blue eyes in the mirror. I've now been choked more times than I care to think about. That seems to be the abuse of my father's choice. He chokes me until I pass out. Sometimes, I stand over his sleeping form, and I want to kill him. I want him to know what it feels like when you have someone's hands wrapped around your throat and have the life squeezed out of you, wondering if this would be the last time you're alive. He calls me whore. Slut. Tramp. Your mother's daughter. For three years, I've been living in agony. I pushed Alyssa away because she would have seen what state I was really in. I've become the true definition of the nickname Ice Queen now. I don't even have a friend anymore. What pisses me off the most is that it wasn't even hard to discard of her. Just a few unanswered calls and texts. Giving her the cold shoulder at school. Before I knew it, s

I run without thinking, the trophy still clutched in my hand. I run blindly, not knowing where my legs are carrying me. I should've known when I finally end up in the suburbs, sweat dripping from my face. It's not like I have anywhere else to go unless I go to the police and report what my father has been doing. But then I would have to fill in paperwork, lay a case against him, and all I want to do is just to get the fuck out of here and not look back. This city has shaped me and molded me with grief and sorrow. I want to say goodbye to it once and for all. So I don't have any other choice but to ring the doorbell of the house that has been more of a home to me than my own over the years. The door opens, and Alyssa's younger brother, Blake's eyes widen when he sees it's me standing on the other side. I can't even imagine what I look like right now. "Moooooommmmmm!" He shouts, not taking his eyes off me. In the past, he would've just stepped aside and let me in without saying a

JULIET I like to think that my nickname, Ice Queen, is who I really am, but I'm not. An ice queen wouldn't feel so nervous when entering a new place. I should be unaffected, but the truth is, my heart is pounding in my chest as the cab drives through the university city to get me to my destination. Officially, school hasn't started yet, but the cheerleading team is having a training camp two weeks before the rest of the students pitch up. Usually training camps are brutal, and everyone tries to vie for a spot on the main team, but I've been training the whole summer, so I'm feeling confident. The real reason my heart is pounding has nothing to do with back flips or learning new cheers. It has everything to do with the fact that I might see a Moretti boy. For years, I've been lurking in the shadows on social media, creating fake profiles so I could spy on them and see what they're doing. For years, I've envisioned how I will one day ruin their lives like mine has been

JULIET Strong arms catch me before I meet the fate of the football field, and I hear snickers all around me. "Isn't she like the best?" I hear someone's attempt at a whisper. "That was a rookie mistake." "You okay?" Scott asks me, concern written all over his face. I wipe away the hair from my face that somehow escaped the prison of my ponytail. "Yeah, good catch." He grins playfully. "Told ya." My heart is pounding in my ears as I turn my back on Scott again and spot the guys now standing off to the side with their eyes on us. It's undoubtedly Alonso Moretti. Tall, dark hair that is wet and plastered to his forehead. He's dressed in shorts and a T-shirt that stretches over his muscled chest and arms, leaving no doubt that he's seriously hot. And the whispering idiots are giggling now, most likely ogling him and the rest of the guys who are undoubtedly on the football team. Scott counts with a tap on my waist, and this time, I make sure I do the stunt per