Shadowed meadows

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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"Run Melonie," my mother's friend, Evy, screamed out, causing me to jump in fear.

I stood there frozen, scared to move. My face crumpled like a piece of paper, my eyes welled up in tears as I stumbled backward, as if punched in the gut.

I stared at my mother, Maela, who was swallowed in sweats, fighting off some unexpected, scary animals.

"Melonie, you need to leave, run and hide. I promise to explain everything to you...RUN," my mother, Maela, screamed.

It was my eighteenth birthday; I had just returned from my party only to meet them fighting monsters.

"Is that a werewolf?" I thought to myself, shivering in fear.

The fight was toxic, and I felt like that thing was aiming at me for a reason.

Having no choice other than to flee from the scene, I dashed out of the house at full speed.

"What were they?" I murmured, frightened.

Hurrying back to my birthday party, I looked around for my best friend, Arlo, when I got hit by a young man, more like he was trying to pass through me but couldn't.

"Strange things are happening today," I muttered, frightened.

He stared at me curiously before looking away.

My best friend, Arlo, came closer, elbowing me back into reality.

"I heard you were looking for me," he blurted out.

"Yes, I am, I'm scared," I declared, clutching at his arm.

"Scared...why? It's your party, Melonie," Arlo stated, laughing sarcastically.

"I'm serious you idiot," I yelled out with seriousness.

"Alright...what's up," he calmly asked.

"Look at that guy and his friends," I blurted out.

"What guy?" Arlo asked in confusion.

"Those men standing right there," I insisted.

"I don't see men standing in the direction you are pointing at," Arlo screamed in frustration.

"What do you freaking mean you can't see anyone," I yelled back with intense frustration.

"Are you calling me crazy? Focus and look closely," I added.

"And when do I need to focus before I see something? I don't see anyone in that damn direction you are pointing at!" Arlo retorted with raised eyebrows.

"That's strange," I cried out, marching towards the strange man who kept staring back at me in the middle of his friends.

"What are you?" I blurted out, fearlessly.

"You can see us?" He asked to be certain.

"That's such a stupid question, I just spoke to you," I retorted.

"Why can't my friend see you?" I asked again.

"Simply put; we are from a different world," he responded.

"A different world? That's something only you should care about. What the hell are you doing at my birthday party?" I scolded in fury.

"I'm sorry, but the different world is now something you should care about," he replied with a smirk.

"I don't like you," I stated, shaking my head vigorously.

"That's not something we care about in our world. And guess what?" He announced.

"What?" I asked, anticipating.

"We are here for you. Seize her," he blurted out.

Immediately, rough hands bound my wrist, rendering me helpless. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of my captors was a crushing weight, threatening to consume me whole.

It was like a vise, squeezing the life out of me as I struggled to break free.

"I know what you are thinking, but we are not your enemy. We are here to make sure you are safe. you can call me Arwan," he explained.

"Don't you think telling me what is going on is more trustworthy than holding me down like a criminal?" I asked in anger.

"Melonie, your new age activated something in our world, like in other realms. You are a very powerful tool, and as we speak, things from different realms are searching for you," Arwan declared.

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