MR CEO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH MY HEART

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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"Thank you," Emily Baker said to the taxi driver who had dropped her at her apartment and helped her with her bags. She arrived home in Everton on a particularly chilly April morning. She had been on a work trip with her friend Doris in another city where it had been a little hot. She wore just a hoodie and ripped jeans and shivered.

Emily had no idea it was going to be this chilly, as the weather forecast said nothing about it.

May, her neighbour was waiting at the doorstep of her small apartment, with a dog in her hands.

May was at least sixty, but it didn’t matter to her as she considered Emily a friend and a very good neighbour. “Oh, you are back! I was expecting you to be here in an hour, I missed you," May said passionately, dropping the dog in her hand to give Emily a warm hug.

Emily, who knew how lonely May must have felt as she didn’t have anyone around to keep her company, broke the hug and said warmly, “I’ve missed you too, may. I see Betty here misses me too”. The little dog wagged her tail at Emily and she picked the dog up the excited dog, the dog didn't wait to shower love on Emily and she smiled in delight.

“Where did you find her? I thought she was lost,” Emily said, trying to stop the dog from licking her, but the dog was too overjoyed, so Emily gave up at last. Betty had somehow gotten lost in her lease and wandered off about a week ago. They had looked for her everywhere, but Emily had to go and trip due to work. She was glad may found Betty.

“A good samaritan brought her back when he saw her name tag, he had come across one of my flyers” May answered.

Emily sighed. “Betty always finds her way back no matter how far she wanders”.

Her phone rang at that moment and a frown crept onto Emily’s face immediately when she saw the caller’s ID. It was her boss John. What did he want from her now?

“Let me leave you to get settled” May hurried away before Emily could say anything. Emily sighed, she was exhausted.

She unlocked the door, with her phone still ringing, and she dragged her bags in.

She had no choice but to answer the call when her phone wouldn’t stop ringing. She just wanted to sleep on the weekend before Monday. She knew picking up the call would mean more work. John was selfish and never satisfied, she wasn't a freaking robot.

“You finally answered! I really need you right now, Emily,” her boss said passionately on the other end of the line.

Emily rolled her eyes when she heard his words, that goes her weekend.

“It’s the weekend, John, and I just got..” he didn't even let her finish before interrupting.

“I know, I know,” he interrupted her.

“I promise you won’t regret it, you will get paid for the day”.

Emily took the phone away from her ear and sighed deeply, he knew she couldn’t reject the offer now that she knew she was getting paid. Darn it!

“What is the job about?” she enquired, still trying to sound uninterested.

“It’s an interpreter work. I just got it early this morning as it is an emergency. One of their Japanese interpreters got into an accident. They need someone urgently. They have investors coming in from Japan today,” He said hurriedly.

“What company?” Emily probed further, to see if the job was going to be worth her time or not.

“Wilson’s corporation, this is big Emily! it’s a one in a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t important”

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