My Bully Wants To Be My Second Husband

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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FELICIA's P O V

It felt like a marching band was playing inside of my head when I woke up, and I had a terrible headache. I cocked my head to the side, my hand was searching in the hopes of spotting my teddy bear lying in the bed next to mine, but it was nowhere to be found.

‘‘Oh, my teddy… where are you?’’

After a few blinks, during which I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness, my gaze was drawn to a set of blackout curtains that were hung over the windows in the room, and I abruptly sat up.

This was not my room!

I felt a surge of panic rise up inside of me as I realized that I had no idea whose room I was in or what happened last night. But the very last thing I remembered was…

‘‘Ugh!’’ I fell back onto the bed.

The last thing I remembered was that I accidentally fell down the stairs in the building of my school because of that damn bully king in my class on the first day of the new term.

Everything that occurred after that was a haze, which indicates that I most likely passed out at some point.

But where am I now?

A pang of pain shot through my temple, and I had to sit up again and grab my head. Damn!

Looking around… it seemed like I was in a very luxurious room, and I was alone.

I was about to throw the covers off of me when I felt something small and warm underneath the sheets on the other side of the bed.

But... I thought I was alone!

I let out a scream when I discovered what it was. Oh, God… What exactly is this?

Because of whatever was moving under the quilt, my body went rigid and I couldn't bring myself to make any attempts to move at all.

I could feel my heart beating so quickly. Please, please, please... Just what is going on here?

I mustered up all of my bravery to find out what was hiding underneath that thing, so I slowly lifted the fabric, and my mouth dropped open in shock at what I saw.

‘‘Oh my God!’’ I let out a loud scream and covered my mouth with my hand as I retreated when I noticed a young boy who appeared to be between the ages of three and four sleeping peacefully beside me.

What was he doing here with me? What... did they take us hostage or something?

The throbbing pain in my head became even worse, and I looked around, only to frown when I found a phone that had an unusual design that I had never seen before. I investigated it further and turned it over, only to discover an apple that had been partially eaten to its side.

What kind of model is this?

It was easily opened when my finger touched the round thing on top. I was looking for a keypad but I couldn't find any, so I started touching the screen and it worked! I looked at the time and I smiled. I have never woken up this late before... but when I saw the date today, my eyes grew wide.

February of 2022?

What the hell?

The first day of the new academic year in my school was on the 11th of September 2012, and it’s just yesterday which means that it’s only the 12th of September today.

Shit! Is this a dream, or did I just wake up in a different world where books are real? This is not possible at all!

I spent a few moments just lying there… trying to figure out whether or not I wanted to get up and wander around or whether or not I wanted to stay in bed until someone was kind enough to tell me what was actually going on.

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