Good Dom Bad Dom

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 Kickass Heroine Hidden identities Revenge

Download the Book on the App

"Dhe, isn't that Radit?"

That question made Dhea turn her head quickly towards the entrance of the Starbucks outlet located at Level 21 mall.

Dhea should feel happy today, because she can finally meet and share stories with her best friend, Clarinta.

However, Clarinta's question just now, which unfortunately turned out to be Radit, her ex-lover, made Dhea suddenly have a bad mood.

Especially, when their eyes met accidentally and Radit confidently approached her.

"Hi Dhe, long time no see," said Radit greeting Dhea then immediately pulled a chair at another table for him to sit down.

"Oh? Hello... Radit," Dhea greeted back awkwardly.

"How are you?" asked Radit then turned to Clarinta. "Clarinta too, how are you?"

"Fine, we're both really good," Clarinta replied.

"So, is it just the two of you in here? Is it okay if I join here?" asked Radit, to which Dhea only nodded her head.

“Radit… how come you are in Bali?” Dhea asked, after Clarinta, her best friend, had signaled that she would not participate in the chat and chose to focus on the cellphone.

"Oh, I have work to do, and I go for a walk with my friends," replied Radit. "That was the one who came with me, are all of my friends at work.

"Would you like me to introduce you to them?"

"No, no need. What for, huh? I'm not comfortable anyway."

Radit seemed to nod his head, trying to understand, before asking again, "What is your schedule right now?"

"Well, my busy life hasn't changed, Dit. I still struggle with college and work.”

"Not going anywhere? Traveling somewhere, maybe?"

"Hmm? My job is traveling. Pretty good free traveling even paid."

"Don’t you have a tour anymore? Would you like to show me the way around Bali with you?”

"Yes… you can. Just call to my office. You can request me as your tour guide later if it's right that I don't bring other guests."

"I received a call in a moment, Dhe," Clarinta interrupted when Radit looked like he was about to open his voice.

"Oh? Okay Rin," said Dhea welcome.

"Well, I think it can be directly personal," said Radit after Clarinta walked away.

"I can't, Dit, because it's already in the contract. I can't guide guests personally," said Dhea.

"Yeah, just say a friend or a boyfriend. Don't say guiding, but let's just go for a walk."

Dhea grimaced when she didn't know what else to say and felt grateful when Clarinta was back again.

"Who’s that? Your boyfriend?" Dhea asked Clarinta.

"Yeah, who else right?" Clarinta replied wistfully.

»Guide Me to Your Heart«

Hannan looked around as he entered the Starbucks store at Level 21 mall that afternoon.

Earlier, he was already on his way to the architect's office owned by his best friend, Daffin. But when that man said that his girlfriend's best friend asked for help and he would come here later, Hannan couldn't help but obey.

The help that was asked for was not trivial, being a fake boyfriend of someone who her best friend called Dhea.

Hannan didn't know which girl named Dhea was, and felt grateful when he saw that Clarinta, his best friend's lover, was also there.

Thus, it made it easier for Hannan to find which Dhea was, and of course, accompanied by eye signals from Clarinta.

"Hi Love," said Hannan to Dhea then kissed the girl's forehead.

It was beyond his plans. But when he saw the man he thought was Dhea's ex-lover was still there, he didn't think twice about skinship.

While hoping that after this Dhea would not kick him into the sea.

"Hi," Dhea replied as she turned to the left, where Hannan was sitting. The reply was a bit stiff according to Hannan, plus that girl's surprised face.

Afterward, Hannan greeted Clarinta and asked when the girl's lover would come.

"Hannan, what time did you meet Daffin earlier?" Clarinta asked after she said that her boyfriend hadn't come yet.

"Two o'clock," replied Hannan. "But earlier Dhea asked me to come quickly, so I come earlier."

Clarinta also said that her boyfriend would come soon and Hannan answered with a few nods of his head.

After that, he turned to Radit and looked at that man with a cold gaze.

Read Now