Emma And The LOVERBOYS

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

Modern Mystery Revenge

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Emma's Pov:

"Come on, Emma; you’re too slow. Does it really have to take you ages to get me a cup of coffee?" Naomi groused as I hurried with a cup of coffee to her.

‘‘And where are the headphones I asked for?" Ivy asked, opening her palms.

"Sorry, Ivy; but I couldn’t find them in the room." I replied lazily, touching my forehead.

"What? Have you gone blind? What do you mean you couldn’t find it?" She groused.

"Come on girls. Maybe the fact that she is going to the Alpha High School has suddenly made her blind." Their mom said and they laughed lightly at me.

"I wonder why she insisted on going there. Does she think she will be able to win any of the lover boys?" Ivy asked and they laughed again. I stood while they all mocked at me.

I bent my head and sniffed.

'No, I couldn’t afford to shed a tear, not on a special day like this.' I said to myself.

"Enough of the jokes; I’ve warned you to stop doing this." I heard his voice and I smiled to see the only man I could call family.

Although he wasn’t my biological family, he had insisted I call him dad. Whenever he’s around, his wife and daughters never get to bully me.

I stood up and embraced him.

"You welcome daddy." I said cheerfully.

"How are you doing Emma?" He asked and patted my hair.

"Everything is fine dad. I can't wait." I said while smiling.

"I know. Just a moment." He said abruptly and climbed down the stairs into the sitting room and touched my hair again.

"Are you ready?" He asked and I nodded with a smile and took my bag from the table.

I looked at his daughters, and their faces were already swollen with rage.

I bent my head and walked out of the room with dad Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Douglas is actually my adopted father. He told me he had found me lying close to the river banks four years ago and he had taken me to the hospital.

But when I regained consciousness, I lost my memories and couldn’t recall a single thing from my past. So, I had no idea where I came from.

Mr. Douglas had even put me up on TV but no one came for me. So, he took me in as his daughter but his wife and kids never accepted me for once. They all saw me as a nuisance and didn’t want to associate with me.

His kids actually study in Washington DC, but just come over for the long vacation.

I’m just a sad, lonely girl who wonders where her family might be and why they never came for her.

Well, thank God I fell into the hands of someone as kind as Mr. Douglas. My daddy.

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