Her pains

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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Chapter one

If wishes were horses beggars would ride.

Alya and her parents set up early to Han International Bank to borrow the sum of eight hundred million dollars.

Han International Bank got its name after The Han River Bridge.

All documents were signed and the money was given to the Sid's family. Mr Sid is a renowned contractor in the whole town. He was given a contract that would turn his life around but the deal was he would use his money to do the work. After the work, he will be paid. This was a big opportunity for Sid's family as they would become one of the most influential people in the whole town.

Collecting the money from the bank manager, the Sid's family headed home.

On getting to the Han River bridge, a black Camry crossed its way and started firing into the thin air.

The unknown gunmen started firing. No other cars were either coming or going. This was strange as the Han River Bridge was one of the busiest roads in town.

Mr sid quickly winds up the car windows. Mrs sid locked the back door and his Alya under the car seat. A rifle was used to break the car window and the unknown gang leader pulled Mr Sid out of the car roughly. He pointed his rifle to Mr. Sid.

"Where is the money?" He demanded.

He was a heavily built young man, in his late thirties. He has a round face and a beard covered his jaw. He is bald and from his look one will know he is ready to do anything for money. He wore an orange shirt with a jeans. He tied a black bandana on his head. A drawing of a cobra was on the bandana.

"Th- there is no mo- money with me," Mr Sid said stuttering.

"Do you think we are here to play?" Another member of the gang thundered firing into the thin air. Mrs. Sid screamed and Alya whimpered.

"I understand bu- but there is no money with me," Mr. Sud said stuttering.

One of the gunmen opened the car's back door and pulled Mrs. Sid out of the car.

"I do not have much time to waste," the leader of the unknown gunmen said and shot Mr. Sid in his head.

Alya's heart pounded as she watched her father get shot. The car window was down, and she could hear the sound of the gunshot. She screamed and covered her ears but it was too late. Her father's body hit the ground, and she felt the wind rushing towards her. The world was spinning around her, and she felt like she was going to be sick. She could not move, could not talk, could not do anything but stare at the place where her father had been. Her father was dead and he is in the pool of his own blood.

Mrs. Sid was crying profusely. Her heart dropped and fear gripped her. Her body shook as she stared at her dead husband's body lying on the floor.

"He is not dead," she told herself but deep down her heart she knew he was gone. Gone forever.

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