The old gods

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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It was a pleasant sunny day when the guards opened the giant black metal gates of the Knight Mansion and a speeding Red Audi R8 limited edition sports car slid into the driveway.

Christian Knight stepped out of his car in a charcoal grey suit, seething in rage, and slammed the door of the car shut with a rude bang. He strode towards the gorgeous Italian-styled Knight Mansion crossing the expanded water fountain.

The house helper opened the magnificent mahogany door and respectfully greeted him, but Christian ignored it. “Where is Grandpa?” He asked, his nostrils flaming in anger.

“Sir, they are in the living area.” The house helper answered meekly and Christian turned on his heels, taking long strides sauntering towards the living area, where he saw his father Luke Knight and grandfather Leo Knight sitting together enjoying coffee and chatting about some forthcoming projects.

Christian charged toward them with blazing eyes. “Grandpa, how can you do this to me?” He thundered, glaring at him. “How can you take such an important decision of my life without asking me?” He raised his voice and his eyes shifted to his father, Luke.

“Dad, at least you say something to him!! Why does he want me to get married? And that too with an Indian girl?? Indian!!” Christian said in a high pitch, raving in anger, and glared at his grandfather. “Grandpa, I think you skipped, but I am already in a relationship with Lia. I introduced you to her a few weeks ago.”

“Son, let me get straight to the point. If you want to take over the position of CEO in Knight Group, then you must marry the girl I have chosen for you. Accept it or leave it. The decision is yours.” Leo responded calmly, with a small smile playing on his lips. “I can give the CEO’s position to your cousin, Jake. He is ready for it!” Leo stated while taking a sip of his coffee.

“Even I am ready to take the position, Grandpa, but you are imposing superfluous conditions here and I can’t fulfil them. I am already in a relationship with Lia. I love her, damn it!!” Christian almost shrieked while adding the last part.

“Chris, calm down!” Luke glared at him, but Christian was on a rampage.

“Why doesn’t he understand? I love my company. I have worked my ass off! Why is he mixing my professional and personal life?” Christian shrieked, but Leo was as calm as the sea, listening to him, taking a sip of his coffee occasionally.

“Listen, Grandpa, if I have to choose between Lia and the company. Lia will be the one I choose. I know I am qualified enough to build my own Empire and I don’t need the Knight group to prove my worth. I will gladly leave everything behind for her.” He made his last statement.

"Son, you don’t love her. She has just made you feel like you love her, but that’s not true. Come out of your Lala land. She is trying to fool you! Lia is not the right one. She is just after your money, like your other ex-girlfriends.” Leo clearly stated his feelings.

He continued, “The girl I have chosen for you is perfect. She is beautiful, simple, smart, intelligent, and she has all those excellences a guy wishes to have in his wife. You are going to marry her and that’s final.” Leo stood up to leave.

"Fine, if that’s your final decision, I am giving up this business and this house for Lia. I don’t need this company or Knight’s legacy to establish myself. I can achieve everything on my own, and yeah, that Indian bitch, get her married to your loving Jake because I’m not going to marry her in this life.” Christian roared.

Leo turned and smiled at Christian. “Jake already wants to marry her, but I have chosen her for you. Anyway, when you have decided to leave, then who the hell am I to impede? God bless you, son. I wish you and Lia to always be happy together.” Leo blessed the eternal soulmates, taking a glance at his wristwatch.

“You have exactly two hours from now. Pack your bags and leave this house, but remember, you can take only your clothes with you and nothing else. Goodbye son.” Leo said, waving his hand and left.

“Dad, what are you saying?” Luke, Christian’s father, followed Leo out to stop him while Christian stood there, dumbfounded, looking at his grandfather’s disappearing figure. He couldn’t figure out what was happening to him all of a sudden.

Grandpa, who always loved and cherished him, left him today for a girl that he recently met during his visit to India.

Seething in anger, Christian turned and smashed all the bottles on the bar counter, cussing out the girl who has destroyed all his dreams and left the Knight Mansion to be with Lia

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