All Chapters of Revenge on the Billionaire Triplets: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALONSO POV I've been so angry. It is an anger that I can't put into words. For the first time in my life, I opened myself up to the possibility of having a stable girl in my life. Someone I admired, someone I wanted to spend time with outside of sex. And I got royally fucked over. First, she fucked with my head by fucking with my brothers. I actually hit Alessi over her when we haven't fought since we were kids and never over a damn girl. The biggest betrayal of all came when our parents enlightened us she had an agenda all along. That stung the worst. And I blame myself for bringing her into our inner circle. The worst part is, I'm still looking for her. I don't know why. To confront her, perhaps? To look her dead in the eye so she can tell me she never really wanted to be with me, that she only used me to get to my family. But Juliet Monroe seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. After the shooting in front of her dorm that made internationa

ALESSI POV Life has become dull after the disappearance of Juliet Monroe. It's as if the life we were living wasn't good enough before she came into it, which I find so fucking stupid. We were good before her, we had goals and ambitions, things we wanted to achieve. The worst part is the betrayal. I knew the girl was bad news the moment I laid eyes on her, but not to the extent that she wanted to burn us. And burn us she did. Maybe not in the way she initially planned, whatever those plans were, but she certainly succeeded in breaking a little bit of our brotherhood. At night, when I close my eyes I still dream of the tightness and warmth of her pussy, I still hear the sounds of her moan as I was plundering her. I even tried hooking up with a girl who looked the total opposite of her, to try to forget about the impact she had on me, but I couldn't even get a hard-on. How completely fucking pathetic. My brothers aren't faring any better. Arc has been keeping himself b

ALONSO POV I'm a robot, a machine. I'm still winning games because it's just second nature to me, but it's as if my soul left me. I hate Fly-girl. I hate her more than anything. She fucking ruined me, she played me and now I'm just a shell of the person I was before. I don't feel like working out, eating, partying or fucking. There's a constant ache where my heart is. What kind of witchery is this? I will never ever date another girl again. That ship has definitely sailed forever. "Hey man." Scott runs up to me, and I inwardly groan. "Great game." "Thanks." I don't want to talk to him. In fact, I don't want to talk to fucking anybody. He's been badgering me about getting Fly-girl's number. How the fuck can I give it to him when I don't even have it myself. The girl disappeared like a thief in the night. "Did you hear they arrested someone for the shooting?" Scott starts walking with me. "I wonder if Juliet knows. I'm sure she does. It's all over the

ARCANGELO POV Everyone is momentarily shocked in silence as we all look at Alessi with the baby in his arms, his expression resolute. He holds out the baby to Mom as if it's personally offending him. "What do you mean it's not your child!" Dad whisper-yells at him. "Do you know the hoops I had to jump through to see a fucking judge for custody?" Mom quickly takes the baby. " He wants to feed, so I'm taking him back in. Please sort out this mess." I rush to open the door for her, and I can't help but throw a quick glance inside the room. It looks like a proper setup for a hospital, and Bailey is lying in the hospital bed, sobbing with her mother stroking her hair. She's not the girl I thought I knew, but I can't help feeling sorry for her. We have completely shunned her after being her friend for all our lives. Our parents aren't best friends anymore because of what she did. Then I think of Mai's mother with the sad eyes. I drop a checque at their door every month and

ALONSO POV - FOUR YEARS LATER I'm drunk. Yet, I don't stop drinking. I take another shot from a fake pair of tits that are displayed for me on a silver platter. I feel unhinged tonight, the memories I'm trying so hard to suppress banging at the back of my head. So the alcohol, the tits, the blonde hair that is fake as fuck, and the long legs are all a diversion. A diversion, so I don't have to think about her. It's been over four fucking years since she disappeared from my life, and I'm still thinking of her. She's a living parasite in my brain. I have everything I've ever wanted. Well, not everything everything, but I'm well on my way. Fingers that look like talons rove over my stomach, up my chest, around my neck, and into the back of my hair. Her body follows suit, and she glues herself to my front, the fake tits not even squished with how hard they are. Her breath warms my ear, and I have to admit that she doesn't smell half-bad. "Do you want to ge