MR MAFIA

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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Vivian's POV

"Please, Father, don't let them take me away!" I begged, my voice shaking with fear.

My father stood still, his eyes fixed on me as the men dragged me away. My younger brother, Neil, grasped my hand, trying to hold on, but they pushed him aside.

"Someone, please call the police! I'm being kidnapped!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

One of the men, with a menacing glare, at me "What? Can't I talk?" I spat in his face, defiant.

They look nothing to being human because they look more like a bulldozer.

He raised his hand to hit me, but another man stopped him. "The boss said no harm, no scratches."

I struggled and kicked, but they held me tight. "Who is their boss? What does he want from me?" I thought, panic rising.

Why was everyone scared of him? Why wasn't anyone helping me?

As they forced me into the car, I thought of my mother. She wasn't healthy enough to handle this worry.

"I always thought the man I called Father was useless, but I never thought he'd be this heartless," I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face.

Let me go please!, I pleaded, but they ignored me. They don't even do like I was inside the car.

The car sped away, leaving my family and life behind. As we reached the middle of the deserted road, I grew more fearful and desperate to escape.

"Stop the car, I need to use the restroom!" I pleaded.

They ignored me until I shouted again.

"Stop the car!"

They finally stopped, and one of them ordered, "Get out."

I crossed to the other side of the road, followed by one of the men. As I headed towards the bushes, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm uncomfortable relieving myself with people around," I explained.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

"I can't urinate with people watching," I repeated.

How does that affect you? He asked.

He really have a big problem, so you expect to ease myself infront of you? I asked

He grabbed my clothes, trying to drag me back to the car, but the other man intervened.

"Leave her alone," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, but before I could get an answer, one of the men whispered, "What if she tries to escape?" His companion replied sternly, "She can't."

I smirked, sensing an opportunity. As the first man stepped away from me, allowing me to enter the bushes, I pretended to bend down. When I noticed they weren't paying attention, I seized my chance and started running.

"She's getting away!" one of them shouted.

They chased after me, their footsteps pounding the ground. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart racing with fear. They didn't know I was a skilled runner; if they had seen my talents in school, I would probably be representing my country by now.

One of them grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "You think you can escape?" he sneered, raising his hand to slap me.

I struggled to break free, but he was too strong. Just then, the other man intervened.

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