His Smile Worth Billions

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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Layla stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the neckline of her dress. Her dress was a pastel pink, made of silky material that felt luxurious against her skin.

She loved this dress, it always made her feel confident and beautiful. As she studied herself in the mirror, her step-sister, Claire, came up behind her. Layla frowned, knowing how much Claire loved to pick on her for no reason at all.

She spun around to face her sister, finding Claire's eyes on her chest. Claire giggled maliciously and said, "I love how that dress fits your body. And it shows off your cleavage nicely too, don't you think?" Layla felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized Claire was right.

The dress was a bit too tight around her chest area, revealing a little more than she would have liked.

She turned away from the mirror, feeling self-conscious about her appearance. As she tried to adjust her dress, Claire pushed her back towards the mirror forcefully, saying, "Don't be shy, layla! You look so good in that dress. Everyone at the party will be staring at you.

Layla couldn't believe what she was hearing. Claire wasn't nice to her other times and always tried to make her feel uncomfortable."Oh come on,Layla, it's no big deal.

Just enjoy yourself tonight! It's a party, after all." Claire shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal, but Layla could see the delight in her eyes. She was being rude to Claire for no reason, maybe she was just excited for the party. Layla forced herself to smile and continued to adjust her dress.

As Layla and Claire arrived at the party, they were greeted by their step-parents and the rest of their family.

Layla noticed her boyfriend, Josh, across the room, chatting with some of his friends. Layla couldn't help but notice the way Claire was staring at Josh.

She knew Claire had a crush on him, and she had warned Josh several times to stay away from Claire, but he never listened. As Layla looked around the room, she saw Josh's eyes meet hers.

He flashed a warm smile at her, making her heart flutter." Josh's smile widened as he saw Layla walking towards him. "Hey beautiful! You look great tonight!'

Josh reached for layla's hand and held it firmly in his. Layla felt her face blush as she realized how attentive Josh was being.

Not only had he complimented her, but he had reached out to hold her hand as if he was proud to be with her.

As the two of them walked away from the group, Layla noticed Claire's eyes on them." Josh and Claire were working together, plotting behind Layla's back to make sure she was never suspicious.

Josh was the charming and attentive boyfriend, making layka feel safe and loved. Claire, on the other hand, was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As Layla continued to sip her drink without realizing that it had been drugged, Claire watched and waited. She could feel the power she held overLayla, and the excitement of her plan unfolding was almost too much to bear. Josh watched as Layla took a sip, feeling elated as layla's defenses disappeared right before her eyes.

Josh walked up behind Layla and put a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Hey, Layla ithink it's time we got going.

Why don't you come with me?" Layla turned around with a dazed expression, unable to understand what was happening around her.

Layla allowed Josh to guide her outside, and soon the two of them were in Josh's car, driving towards an unknown destination. Layla tried to resist the effects of the drug, but she was quickly feeling dizzy and disoriented.

She tried to open the car door, but Josh locked it and turned to face her. "Sorry,Layla , but we need to take you somewhere so that you can rest.

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