Enslaved by love

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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I had no idea that I had cried myself to sleep. I awoke to a sunny day outside. It's probably five in the morning. The butler arrives here before the maids, who arrive at six o'clock.

I recall what occurred the previous evening. Even though I want to cry now, I feel like my tears have dried up after crying last night. How is it going right now? What will I do next? Even though I want to leave, where am I going? How can I learn? Where will I call home?

I pulled my hair back and made a tight bun. I remained in that demon's room when I awoke once more.

I abhor him! You, Clyde Marcus Salvadore, are evil!

I got to my feet and began to get my garments off the floor. I dressed and stumbled out of the room. When I returned, the butler was shocked that I had emerged from our boss's room.

I questioned it: "N-Nathania? What happened to you? Are you in Clyde's room?"

I stumbled. "M-Man, I want to leave." I cried once more.

He questioned, "Ha?" "What are you saying?"

I walked up to him and gripped his hand firmly. I don't want to stay here any longer, so I want to leave.

He creased his forehead. He questioned again, "Did you cry? Your eyes are swollen; are you angry?"

I just replied and let go of his hand, "I'm leaving, man. I don't want to work here any longer. When I heard the voice of the man I despised, I was about to move forward.

He asked in a cold voice, "What's going on here?" The butler was all that the eyes were focused on. He could mess things up, and if he did, it would be as if he hadn't hurt me the previous evening.

I bowed as the butler said, "It's like Nathania. I don't know what happened to her, and she wants to leave here. She doesn't want to work anymore."

Please, "Can you just leave us alone?" I became perplexed at once. I also can't be left alone here! This demon's company is not what I want!

My eyes widened as Manang nodded, and I was about to take his hand once more when he moved away. My chest ached as I gulped.

There were a series of yet unclear queries, such as "What are you saying? You want to quit your job here? You want to leave?" His face shows no signs of emotion.

I wasn't sure if I should respond to him. I ultimately decided not to respond to him. I'm not sure if it's better for me or if he's still my employer. He is a demon without shame. He does not deserve my respect.

I ignored him and continued on. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away even before I had a chance to flee.

I yelled fiercely, "What!" I also acknowledged that I felt uneasy as he pulled me away. I believe last night traumatized me.

He released his hold on my arm after dragging me into his office.

I smacked him hard because I was so irritated and upset with him. They exchanged blows. to believe that I violated him more than he did!

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