The Enchantress

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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Luna

Coming to this town was not my choice. I'm not one to complain about trivial things like other girls my age. In fact, many would say I don't act my age, as I'm quite mature in many ways. However, being seventeen keeps me tethered to my parents, which is what brought me to North Walland.

The town isn’t as quiet as I imagined, yet something here makes me feel uneasy. I can't quite explain it. It's like an energy flows through me, sending chills down my spine, like a whisper in my ear.

However, my tastes don't align with the plan my parents made for me, without my input. We arrived a few weeks ago, and today is my first day at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. At least that's something positive.

The problem is... well, how can I put it... everyone here is a jerk. New West is renowned, yes, but it's the school for the rich kids. It's where the offspring of the elite study, and like all spoiled children, they are full of arrogance.

Of course, I'm no saint. I have my flaws, but at least I don't trample on others to get what I want or to maintain an air of superiority.

At this very moment, I am staring at the massive, classic building that resembles an old castle, with all its well-maintained and expensive features. It’s a beautiful sight, exuding elegance, but the people chatting, passing by, and some even staring at me, are not to my liking.

Obviously, they all know each other, and I'm the only stranger here, so I'll be the center of attention for a while. Thankfully, I'm not the shy type.

Clutching my sketchbooks, with my backpack on and wearing the uniform—opting for the pants instead of the suggestive skirt—I walk among them.

I must admit, I’m a bit anxious. Being the new girl sucks, but I'll face it with my head held high and without shame. Even if many girls my age look at me with disdain or envy.

Before I even step on the first stair, my playlist through my headphones plays something that relaxes me, even though my musical taste isn’t what these people are used to. I like something darker, melancholic, and sometimes more festive, but still calm in its own way.

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