Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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Synopsis

Footballer Obsession

Sex on the first day of meeting is not couraged by this Author most especially if you're a Virgin.

Except

He happens to be a Mega celebrated Football icon you have long kept fantasizing about.

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chioma Joy Chukwu

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Michael Clearance is a dominant football player, and also a

Celebrity billionaire king of the Ndrangheta Calabrian, after meeting with Fiona Dallas, his cleaning maid, unknowingly falls in love at first sight with Fiona.

Upon sensing the naïvity of the 29years old virgin,

He craves to taste her out on the basis of a mere fling.

However, Michael Clearance's unhealthy attitude with the different girls, was luckily not on the same wavelength with just how skilled he plays during his clubs football matches.

The man was indeed a renowned Footballer, and his lifestyle specializes of field handling many eager beautiful and materialistic ladies.

But, after meeting with Fiona, her innermost beauty enforces Michael to stay greedily glued to catch-up his usual Celebrity Lifestyle Cruise with the naïve Maid.

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