Blood is thicker than water

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

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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In the middle of the night, the silence was pierced by a woman's pleasured moans. As she smelled the scent of the man on top of her, Cassidy Wright fell into a trance.

"What's on your mind?"

Franklyn Pierce seemed to notice Cassidy's absentmindedness. He stopped kissing her neck for a second and raised his head to look at her. His eyes were so gentle, as though he wasn't the same powerful person who ran the Apex Group.

Franklyn was undeniably good-looking. Not only did he have the perfect face, but he also had the perfect body. Cassidy felt bad for being distracted at a time like this, so she reached for his face and stroked his sexy lips gently.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how to get the order from Vanguard Enterprises."

Franklyn knew she was lying, and his expression darkened.

The next moment, his fingers wandered to a forbidden place, and Cassidy couldn't help but groan. Franklyn's thin lips finally curved up happily. "That's the punishment for your being distracted."

Franklyn knew exactly what Cassidy wanted in bed.

After a passionate round of mind-blowing sex, Cassidy only rested for a few minutes before she got up to run a bath for him.

But before she could leave the bed, Franklyn held her hand and suddenly asked, "Are you worried about money or something? Why were you thinking about work while we were having sex just now?"

As he spoke, Franklyn's eyes were fixed on Cassidy's beautiful body. Even though they had just gone at each other like rabbits, Cassidy could still feel that the fiery lust in his eyes hadn't been completely extinguished yet.

She shook her head in response to his question. Since Franklyn was always so generous, she wasn't worried about money.

On the surface, Cassidy and Franklyn each took what they needed from each other. He was greedy for her body while she loved his money.

But only Cassidy knew that deep down, it wasn't just about the money anymore. She had fallen head over heels in love with him over the years.

However, she couldn't let Franklyn know about this, lest she be kicked out.

"No." Cassidy shook her head and changed the subject. Her eyes were clear and sincere. "Are you leaving soon? If not, I'll make you a night snack."

As soon as she said this, Franklyn's phone on the bedside table started to ring. Seeing this, Cassidy immediately shut her mouth and proceeded to put on her silk pajamas.

Then she overheard Franklyn saying into the phone in a doting voice, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After putting the phone down, Franklyn turned over and got up. He was completely naked, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. He was perfectly chiseled, like a classical Greek sculpture.

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