The apocalypse of the Dungeon

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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"When you declared me a missing person on national radio,you also attracted bounty hunters my way,love.I was on my way back to you when I got abducted.I was blindfolded and tied up.What I wasn't aware of is,that would be the last day I saw natural light.My abductors took me across the country,as their short coded messages implied then darkness..."

Sunny tore the page from her notebook and tossed it across the dimly lit room that was her bedroom...or cell.Either of the two because it's where she slept and also where she was kept captive.

She never went out unless she was using the bathroom.It wasn't the first letter she had attempted to write with no way of actually sending it to the intended recipient.But pror to that,she hadn't been the one to tear the letter from the notebook.

Movement on her tummy brought her back to the unnerving reality of her life.The featherlight movement was almost ticklish and a small smile spread on her ashen lips.

She was seven months pregnant, almost a year into captivity.It still amazed her how she had kept track of all that time.Something else that amazed her was that no matter the circumstances her baby was made,she couldn't hate it.On the contrary, it's the only thing that had kept her sane the past seven months.Sunny loved the baby that grew inside her, precisely why she was rubbing up and down the bump at the moment.

Sunny momentarily stopped rubbing her bump when someone's figure loomed at her room's entrance.Her senses jumped to alert before she figured it was time for her meal.

Normally,one of the boys who stood guard for her brought her food.But in the past couple of weeks,the guy in charge,Lion,also responsible for her pregnancy had taken up the chore.

She smiled to her self at the thought of 'the one responsible for her pregnancy ',the all mighty king Lion.She doubted the guy even noticed her condition.The only time he showed any emotion was when he shredded Sunny's letters in her face after reading them;then,his grip on the piece of paper would tighten and his jaw tick.

Sunny stood up from her makeshift bed and went to bend to pick the tossed letter.She didn't want Lion to see any more of her pathetic letters to her love.

"You shouldn't be bending like that in your condition."

Sunny's knees almost gave in at the deep husky voice.It would be music to her ears if it's owner wasn't the very object of her torment since she stepped foot there.Wherever there was.

"I'll take care of that."Lion replaced the letter in her palm with a bowl of what smelled like rabbit soup.Sunny ignored it's sour smell and focused her attention on the big guy in her cell room.

"I already told you I'm no one special.Please,let me go...I'm begging you."Lion gave her a quick once over his eyes lingering on her belly.She had said the sentence to him whenever he showed up around her and he always left her talking to herself.

But today...he didn't.And as naive as Sunny was she dared hope...

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