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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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Prologue

"I'm silent here and then you suddenly disturb my heart? Will you stand up for it or I'll put you in jail?" Creed asked the woman in front of him. The woman in front of him frowned.

"Wait wait. So you're pretending it's my fault why you have heart disease?" The woman asked Creed. Creed smirked at his brain and took a deep breath.

"You should be thankful because I'm kind otherwise I might--"

"Maybe what?"

"I might have married you." Creed's fuel causes the woman to stop.

"Your slow. I thought you knew everything? Didn't you know that I love you? Tsk tsk. You're messing with my brain and heart 24/7 so you should marry me, if you don't marry me I'll imprison you for robbery." Creed smiled and suddenly grabbed the woman with a kiss.

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Creed POV

"Hey! What is that? I'm so annoyed!" Von yells at Van after they play Mobile Legends.

"Is it my fault you're Cancer in that game?" Van asked Von with a laugh.

"Hey! Are you making me look weak? Let's just play boxing." Von said to Van.

"Eh, if you kill each other, can you?" I asked for two reasons why they looked at me badly. "Wow. I was just suggesting." I said. They scolded me at the same time. Have they inherited Fin's habit now?

"Leana! Give me back my dog!" The three of us looked up at the stairs when someone shouted. Leona and Leana screaming.

"No! I won't! This dog always destroys my belongings! You should know about dogs being thrown in the street!" Leana shouted.

"Fuck! I said give me back my dog!" Leona has already used magic on Leana but Leana still hasn't lost. What the fuck. Is that the case with twins? Don't get along? First, they are Von and Van who are fighting because of the game and now they are Leana and Leona who are fighting because of the dog. It's a good thing I don't have twins.

"CREED!" I frowned when I heard Fin shout from above. I don't have twins but I have an apple brother who is always warm-blooded in small things except for Clementine.

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