The night of the trap with the mysterious CEO

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.

Modern Crime Revenge

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"You two get out of my house! Bad luck!” Mila exclaimed while throwing the belongings of siblings Isabel and Isaac out of the apartment.

"Oh, Aunt Mila! What are you doing?!” Isabel exclaimed as she rushed over to pick up their clothes that were scattered on the road.

She had just come home from work and seemed surprised by what she saw.

"Aunt Mila, what happened and you suddenly kicked us out?" Isabel asked again as she picked up their clothes one by one.

Mila retorted fiercely, "Your stupid brother! Letting all my remaining money be stolen!"

“Stolen?”

“Yes! The thief entered the house because he left the door open! Your brother Isabel is really stupid!” Mila added angrily.

Isabel ignored her Aunt's anger and dashed into her room to find her brother.

“Isaac! Isaac!” she called.

"Sister.." Isaac muttered as he carried his shattered paintings.

"What happened? Are you okay? Didn't the thief hurt you?" Isabel asked, touching her brother's face.

"I'm fine sister, the thief stole all of Aunt Mila's money," Isaac replied regretfully, looking at his paintings. "S-She destroyed my paintings because she was very upset with me, saying they were not worth it," he continued.

Isabel was losing her temper with their 50-year-old Aunt at the moment. She went back to the balcony to confront her.

"Why did you destroy his paintings? You know, that's all he does for commission."

"Commission? That's useless for the money he gave to the thief!"

"Aunt Mila, you didn't even ask how my brother was? Maybe the thief hit him? No! All you have in mind is money!”

"Hey Isabel! Don't yell at me because you'll just be swallowed up in my life and if it wasn't for me you both might have been homeless on the street for a long time!"

Isabel couldn't resist her irritation with her Aunt Mila, so she burst into tears.

"What are you standing us there for? Pick up your stuff outside and get out of here!” Mila continued.

Isabel remained silent but bravely gazed at her brother in their room.

"Isaac, get dressed and we'll leave here." she said hurriedly while taking some of her things from her cabinet.

"Sister, where are we going?" Isaac asked sadly.

Isabel stopped. "I don’t know, as long as we leave here." Isabel answered.

Isaac stood up and helped put their things away.

__________

"That's really your Aunt Mila still hasn't changed. You think she can throw her nephews away just because of money?” Alice said in disbelief while preparing food for Isabel and Isaac.

"I'm sorry Alice, I don't know where else to go." Isabel said sadly.

"Come on, Isabel, we're best friends. I can't leave you alone, right?"

Isabel stood up and hugged Alice's back. "Thank you very much. I owe you a lot."

Alice smiled. "You know how you can get back?"

"How?"

"Come with me tomorrow night, I have an extra job." Alice said happily.

Isabel frowned, for her it is not new that this friend of hers has an extra job because she herself gave her a job as a waitress at a famous Resort here in New York.

"Okay, make sure that's legal."

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