All Chapters of Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JULIET POV Trent Baker is standing in front of me with a smile on his face as if he didn't just lose a game. He hugs me with his sweaty arms that totally grosses me out. Funny how I don't feel grossed out when Alonso does the same. "Ice! It's great to see you." I hate that fucking nickname. It was fitting in high school, but nobody here knows me by that name. "Trent." I step away from him, ignoring the evil glances from my teammates for speaking to the enemy. "You looked good out there." And he did. Alonso was just better. As if I summoned the devil, I spot him walking towards us, and my nerves skyrocket. He told me to leave him alone, with good reason, and I've done that. So why the hell is he approaching me with murder in his eyes? "Baker." He nods at Trent when he stops in front of us and holds his hand out for a shake. "Good game." Some of the smile lessen on Trent's face. "Not as good as yours, Moretti." "Do you know Juliet? " Alonso doesn't meet my e

ALONSO POV My hands are shaking uncontrollably, and I squeeze them between my legs to make it stop. Adrenaline pumps through my system, both from the game and from seeing Fly-girl being hit by that SUV and flying through the air. She's alive, though, so I'm clinging onto that, even though things aren't looking good for her. The doors to the emergency room open, and Arc runs through them with a panicked look in his eyes with my parents close on his heels. I stand up, and his arms come around me in a stifling hug. "What happened?" My father asks in that authoritative tone of his that makes things happen. I shake my head when Arc releases me. "Fuck. She was just standing on the sidewalk ready to cross, but this white SUV came straight for her." My father frowns. "Police?" "The asshole drove off." My father nods. "I'll look into it." I don't miss the look my parents share. It is quite odd. Why would a car just come straight for Juliet? That was definitely no fucking a

ALESSI POV I've been walking around with a heavy chest ever since finding out that Juliet was run over. I don't know what the hell it is, but I haven't been able to shake the feeling. "This is your career we're talking about, boy!" My father frowns down at Alonso, who is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. "If you miss a game, it will show the NFL that you're not able to work under pressure." I run my hand through my hair. Fuck, I understand both my dad and my brother. Juliet only came out of her coma a day before, he doesn't want to leave her side. But he also worked most of his life for the opportunities he's getting now. Some people would say we don't need to work as hard as we do. We already have enough money for generations, but that's not what my family is about. We were raised that we work for what we want and for what is important to us. Right now, the number one thing that is important to my brothers and I is Juliet's well-being. And that means Alonso

JULIET POV There are a lot of monumental moments in one's life. The day you are born, when you fall in love, when you do what you love. And when you find out that your father isn't really your father. Everything makes so much more sense now. The way he never really bothered to connect with me, the way he treated my mother. And ultimately, the way he treated me, the no remorse in choking me and leaving bruises for the world to see. In the back of my mind, I tell myself that at least he never tried to rape me. If that's any consolation at all. The question now is, who the hell is my real father? I feel a strange sense of relief at his admission. I always wondered how you could do that to your own child. But I wasn't his. I wish I could dissect my mother's brain and find out exactly what she was thinking when she made all these decisions that not only influenced her life but mine as well. I'm starting to resent her a little bit, to be honest. How could she do this

JULIET POV When I was on the West Coast for summer cheerleading camp, I'd walk on the beach and wonder what it would feel like if I just flung myself into the vast ocean. I've never swam in the ocean before, I've only been to the ocean once with the Millers on vacation, and I only ever put my feet in. So, one day, I mustered up the courage and walked into the water that had the power to extinguish my existence. I felt scared but free. I just stood there in the water waist-deep, and when a huge wave came, I did nothing. The wave washed over me and spun me around like I was nothing, the sound of being under water rumbling in my ears. That's what I feel like now. I don't hear anything. I'm underwater being tossed around like I'm nothing. "She's in shock." I hear someone say as if they're far in the distance, but they're standing right next to yet another hospital bed. Only this time, I'm not hurt apart from my previous injuries. "That is quite understandable."