Playing Games with Violet Ashlock

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Violet Ashlock

"Are you kidding me? Are you being serious?" My friend Merry said.

"Yeah.. I date that man now. Why?"

"Violet.. He's not your type." She laughed and I hissed.

"Oh come on.. You know I never want to be single. I always need someone to hook up."

"I know 10 years gap is not a problem but he's not your type. He's.. innocent." Merry said and I scowled.

"I'll end with him next week anyway.."

"Oh speaking of that.. Will you be at Harvey's party? Will you come? You know I won't come without you."

"Nah.. I skip. I'm aiming for par-"

"I know.." She cut me and I sighed.

"You are interested in him but he is not.. This is not you." She said and I laughed bitterly.

"That's my point. It's a challenge for me to get him. Get the memo?"

"Hello.. Violet! Get your head fix will you? You're not the type of woman who likes to chase guys first.. you're a girl with big ego and pride. Boys chase and lining up to get you, why waste your time for someone who has no interest in you?" Merry hissed and I nodded weakly.

"He's just.. uhmm.. different." I said as I twirled glass.

"Are you kidding me? You date for fun.. You don't want to get married right? You love this life.." She got the point.

"Well you know my dad.. He won't let me single forever. He will arrange me with someone anyway.." I rolled my eyes. Suddenly Merry's phone rang and I gestured to her to take it. I walked out from my private room to dance. I walked down and started to dance.

Waving my body carelessly and just following the beat. Suddenly I felt someone holding my waist from the back and I turned my body to find a cute light brown haired guy. I danced along with him. I don't care if I have a boyfriend.. I don't care if I cheat.. all of them are just a doll for me.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled his body to mine. I kissed him and he started roaming his hands all over my body. I opened my eyes and I saw someone that I had always expected to see for months. I pushed the guy away and walked back to my private room.

"Austin Portwalt is here.." I said and Merry looked at me with her eyes widened.

"What? This is Los Angeles in case you forgot."

"He's here.. I saw him entering the place."

"You should go!" He said and I looked to the mirror. I look okay..

"You look great! Go!" Merry pushed me out and I walked towards the dance floor again and roamed my eyes around.

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