His Dark Angel

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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Prologue

Meet Anna!

Her full name is Anna Smith, the clumsiest girl ever alive on the planet. Her head is always in the cloud and her best skill is tripping in thin air.

With two long braided hair and a large square eyeglasses, she looks like the typical example of a nerd.

Don't judge a book by its cover!

In spite of her nerd looks, she has no intelligence. Unless a person repeats a thing twice to thrice, her head cannot catch up. She barely passed her high school with C minus grade. She always wears a plain t-shirt with straight jeans and has no interest in grabbing people's attention.

Her motto of life is to live a peaceful college life and then get married with her crush. The only thing that she is interested in, is her crush and the only thing she is expert at, is stalking him.

Meet Danish!

His full name is Danish Dawson. He is a perfectionist. He always ranks the first in every subject and in every class.

With his blue-green eyes, slightly tanned skin and black hair, he also ranks the first in his looks in every class he attends. He is 6'4 feet making the tallest among his circle. His jaw line is the greatest weakness of Ms. Clumsy Anna. Along with the looks, he has the perfect sense of dressing.

The amazing thing about him is that he is an heir of The Dawson's enterprise, most successful company. However, the scariest thing about him is his father rules the mafia. As the heir of the mafia, his career is fixed. But, Ms. Clumsy has no idea about it. Only a thing she knows is that she is in love with him.

He fears nobody and is a pro at boxing. His weakness, he has none. He always had a stiff expressionless face and always acts cold to everyone. He hates it when people sticks close with him and always maintain his, so called personal space.

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Anna's p.o.v.

Five years before!

Few strike of lightning roared through the blue-black sky, letting a million droplets of bitter water over my sweating body. It was a gloomy day and a perfect scenario to conceal my crying heart.

No, I wasn't a happy-go-lucky person. And no, I didn't enjoy being a gloomy one either.

Pushing a lock of hair back on my ear, I wiped my tears. The drop of rain pattered on my body, expanding a tiny bit of tingling pain like feeling.

With a heavy heart and slight suffocation out of continuous hiccups, I struggle my legs on the crowded street.

It wasn't my choice neither was it my interest to get soaked on that skin numbing rain. It was just another unlucky day of mine.

Many umbrellas were there, in that crowded yet lonely street that could have given me a shield. But, I found no hand that extended to invite me in.

Well, it's not like I cared anyway.

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