Heart control scientist Mr Shaka

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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Eternity pov

Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn.

I live in my apartment in New York of course I am 21 years old I didn't live with my parents

The size of my bedroom is small out of the living room of my apartment, but I can still fit everything I need into it. I have a bed right in the middle of my squarish room, which takes up quite a bit of space, but I like it that way. You may find me laying there reading a book in the natural light coming through my window, which is my main source of light. The storage is great because it is hidden away above my wardrobe, which is built into the wall, although most of my stuff goes under the bed. There is a big black shoebox beside my bed which fits all my shoes in it. There is a mirror hanging on my off-white walls above a small table. Next to them, I have tall, white draws bulging with clothes. I have a white bedside table with an alarm clock, a rose-red touch lamp, and a blue Bluetooth speaker.

I scrolled through my social media with no notifications to see this much boring my existence, even so, I believe that one day your life will diminish from your Passion and Hard Work.

I go towards the bathroom to do my morning business, then after taking a shower; I put on my sweatshirt and shorts.

After that, I move towards the kitchen for Breakfast I was about to open the fridge for packed food

The sound of a door swinging open caused me to jump.

"Surprise Eter," I heard my best friend Olivia's voice

"Olli bitch you are back," I pressed my fist to my mouth and pinching my lips between the thumb and index finger

She is in London for her business trip from her workplace Olivia and I are best friends since childhood elementary school we are partners in Crime

"Yeah, I wish to surprise my hag," Olivia said, and the next moment I felt my breath chocking, as she wrapped her arms around me

"Wow, so how is your trip to London, bitch," as my neck tipped back

"Ughh Eter seriously, I was completely headache, especially when you have to go for work and that asshole manager of our branch, I stopped myself to give him peace of mind," as spittle building up in the corners of her mouth

"Seriously, spare that poor fellow he will be in hospital if he had bad side of yours," I spoke as I paced around the kitchen to find butter

"Yeah yeah pray he doesn't see my bad side," Olivia answered as her face is getting flushed with her hands getting into fist

"Okay, leave it what about that dress which we saw last time in window shopping," I quickly changed the topic because

Warning, be careful, my best friend has very weird and toxic anger issues

"Oh, I got something," she added and picked out an exquisite photo frame where mine and her childhood image are there

"Wowee Oli, this is amazing bitch," Slowly I release a deep breath while observing beautiful photo Frame

"Indeed, it is true. I bought this from London two, one is for you, another is for me, this is yours," she answered and placed it in the living room of my apartment.

"So what would you go for to eat shag," I demanded while reaching out bread and milk from the fridge

"Nothing hag, Come let us go to Starbucks I am dying for cold Vanilla Bean of Starbucks," Olivia said while

Grabbing the sides of her head and then sliding fingers down the cheeks

"Okay let's go I am in," I wrapped my arms around myself and lead towards my bedroom and picked up a white sweatshirt and black jeans and my favorite white sneakers pulled my dark brown hair into one French braid I only put on Babylips lip balm, I prefer my face makeup-free it doesn't need any makeup

I grabbed my backpack and place my credit into it and reaches out to the living room

Olivia is lying on one of the couches of the living room watching a random movie while munching chips she is in blue jeans with a yellow tank top and a denim jacket over it her black hair is in a ponytail

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