All Chapters of Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ALONSO POV "Amelia." The name rolls off my tongue like it belongs there. She can change her name. It doesn't mean I wouldn't still want her. My gaze holds hers captive as we gently sway to the music like we're the only people there. I must have forgotten how beautiful she is up close because my heart aches as I look down at her. Her body has changed, and I want to explore it with my tongue. She has a softness to her now that she didn't have before. She has definitely lost some of her athleticism, but I like this new version of her. Her hips are rounder, and her breasts are definitely one cup bigger. She's a woman now, and the man in me is desperate to touch her the way that I want to. "I have so many questions." My eyes rake over every inch of her that I can without looking like a creep. Her hair is a golden halo under the ballroom lights. "Where have you been all these years? I've been looking for you." Those blue eyes I have been dreaming of every single nigh

ALESSI POV Alonso is successful because he goes into things head first. If he has a problem, he addresses it quickly. If he wants to achieve something, he immediately works for it. It suits him. It works for him. Arc believes in fate and all that bullshit. He believes things will work out the way they're supposed to, that whatever happens, were supposed to happen. I do things a little differently. I like to assess each and every circumstance. I like to lie in wait and analyze situations until I'm sure. Research plays a big part in how I do things. The one thing us three do have in common, though, is not one of us likes to lose. And we're all taking this little competition we have going on very seriously. I'm probably the brother Juliet likes the least, but I don't intend on losing. I've felt that pussy only once, and if I get to fuck her every single day of my life, I would be a happy man. Even if she despises me. And we do have something in common she doesn't have

AMELIA POV Brandon smiles sadly down at me. He's a good person, and he's handsome too. He's just not my guy, and he will make someone else a very happy man one day. Me? I'm jaded and spoilt. And I have no business going into a relationship I'm not ready for. Or one that I don't even want. "So, this is goodbye then?" He sighs deeply like he's lost something important, but we never even began. He should've done the smart thing and stayed far away from me. "Well, of you ever find yourself this side of the pond again, give me a shout." I smile at him and hug him quickly like a friend would. "Now, don't go breaking any hearts in London." He gives me his signature wink. "I'm not making any promises." I watch the good guy walk away to go to the country I won't be returning to, a country that provided me anonymity and a chance to escape. If I knew what was good for me, I would have been leaving with him, go on that date with him, and put the past behind me. Instead, I'm w

AMELIA POV I feel like a bird trapped in a cage. I love my parents. They are everything I've ever wanted, and the last four years have been bliss even though I was living in London. When I told my father I wanted to come back, I didn't expect that I would be thrust into the public eye like this. I don't understand why there have to be publicists and talk show appearances. I know that his job is prominent and highly important, but we don't need to be doing all of this, in my opinion. But it seems like I'm the only one who is bothered because even C.J. doesn't look like he's nervous in his navy uniform looking dashing. My mother takes my hand in hers on the car ride over to the studio. "This is the only time you will have to talk about this, I promise. Just this one show." I look out the window of the city that I always dreamed of living in one day, but this was not the way I wanted to explore it for the first time. "Just don't look at the cameras." C.J. says with a smi

ALONSO POV We have pre-season games soon, and I have to make sure that I'm in the best shape possible. That also means I have to keep my private life out of the spotlight if I'm going to be taken seriously. Seems like the damn tabloids don't care about my skills on the field. Instead, they've been sniffing around looking for a good story to tell. The alert from Joel comes as no surprise when someone finally figured out I dated the now notorious Amelia Astor in a brief stint in university. I was wondering when someone would figure it out because it wasn't all that difficult if they just knew to look in the right places. He got a heads up from a site that the story will drop in less than an hour on their social media pages. I smile at the attached picture. It's of her and me on the field after we won a game. She looks adorable in her white and blue cheerleading uniform, a big blue bow in her curled hair. We're smiling at each other as if there's no outside world, like we're